There's an audible gasp in the courtroom as a breathless Grayson yells, "Am I too late?"

The judge raises his gavel, stares at Ray and sits it back down. "Too late for what?"

Grayson looks panicked, he says the next part slowly like he's processing it as he speaks. "I'm the biological father."

My mouth drops to the floor and Grant looks dissociated. My mind begins to create scenarios where this is possible, but there are too many missing puzzle pieces. Grayson didn't believe he even had a kid, yet here he was.

The judge motions towards Prince. "That child over there?"

"Yeah, my name is Grayson Chance."

The judge slams down his gavel. "Let's go on recess while I look into this mister Chance. We'll reconvene tomorrow at 8am and I want you all to be here."

Grayson looks as though he can't believe what he's doing. I don't think he's been to court either and his face shows that he's just starting to remember that. He reaches out an envelope. "Here's the proof."

I look over at Grant, he leans back into his seat. When the judge leaves I call out to Grayson.

He walks over to us. "I just found out." He looks guilty. "I figured that it would help the chances of keeping Prince away from those psychopaths."

Grant's face shows nothing. "Why didn't you tell us that you were coming?"

Grayson sits down beside Grant. "I didn't know any of this until today, I swear. Safiya and I met with his adopted parents this morning and they told me they had a custody case the same time you did. I asked them to show me a picture of the kid, not thinking too much of it and they showed me a picture of Prince. By the time I went to find you guys you were already here, so I asked Safiya to meet me and we got a another paternity test, the one you took showed we were the kid's parents. Saf knew a guy that does them, so we were able to rush ours. It turns out we were all a match yet again. I couldn't deny it any longer, it was staring me right in the face. I feel really bad. I rushed here hoping that I wasn't too late."

"You made it just in time." Grant looks towards the door.

I'm going to miss raising Prince, but I'm happy for Grayson and Safiya, he's precious. I smile at Grayson as convincingly as I can. "Are you happy?"

"Yeah, now he doesn't have to go anywhere. I'm thrilled he's going to stay in our lives."

Grant pats him on the back. "This is a big deal man. You and Safiya are responsible for a life now. We're here to help whenever you need it, okay?"

"Thank you guys! I'm sort of freaking out so I may be taking you up on that offer."

I place my hand on Ray's shoulder. "You guys are going to be amazing parents; Prince is very lucky."

Shane coughs, interrupting us. I got so caught up in the craziness around me that I forgot he was here. "So, it looks like we need to change up our strategy here."

"Yeah, are you able to assist Grayson and Safiya in getting custody?" Grant asks.

Shane nods. "Absolutely!" He holds out a hand to Grayson. "I'm Shane Gold, it's nice to meet you."

Grayson shakes his hand. "Grayson Chance. Thanks so much for helping us, we're kind of new to all this."

"I'm happy to help!" He looks around. "Is Prince's biological mother here? I'd love to meet her too."

"Yeah, she's right outside."

"Are you guys able to get lunch with me so we can discuss a gameplan?"

Grayson stands up. "Yeah, I'm free the rest of the afternoon."

"Perfect follow me." Shane and Grayson walk out the door, chatting happily.

Once they leave the room Grant is up. "Ready to head out?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Grant holds the door open for me. "He looks a lot like Grayson, his one eye and hair are identical. I don't know how Gray missed it."

"It's so crazy that the kid Grayson lost over a year ago ended up at our doorstep." I step through the door. "Thank you!"

Grant shrugs. "I thought it was weird that he was so obsessed with Grayson, but I put it out of my mind. Remember how he kept crying for Grayson that one night?"

I grab his hand and make him look at me. "Grant stop."

He squints. "Talking? I haven't even said anything offensive yet Rinnie."

"You're upset." I say matter-of-factly.

"Me? Upset? What do I have to be upset about?" He waves me off.

I stand my ground. "You're upset that we won't be raising Prince together anymore. I know how much you love him."

He takes a deep breath and looks away. "I'm happy for them and he'll still be in our lives."

I cross my arms in defiance. "Grant."

"Okay, fine but I'll get over it."

I pull him into a hug. "I'm sad too."

His phone dings loudly. He kisses the top of my head and leans back. "I'm sorry."

"No worries." I inch back. "Everything okay?"

He reads the message and looks sick. "Yeah, everything will be fine."

"Will be?"

He ignores my question, a bad habit of his. "What time did they say our case reconvenes again?"

I debate whether or not to answer him but ultimately decide to. "8 am."

"Ugh, I can't make it." He turns off his phone and heads towards the car.

I run after him. "Hello, Grant? What's going on? Why can't you be there?"

He stops and presses his back against the car. "There's an errand I have to run tomorrow morning that won't wait."

"What's that?" I persist even though I can tell he doesn't want me to.

Grant looks uncomfortable. "It's sort of personal."

I walk over to my side of the car. "Take me home."

He gets in with a frustrated look on his face. He glances at me and sees I'm unbuckled. In one swift movement, he fastens my seatbelt.

"I was going to buckle." I protest.

"You were going to give me a heart attack."

I roll my eyes. "If you drive safely, you don't have to worry about me getting hurt."

"I can't drive every car on the road Rinnie." He retorts.

I look out the window. "I don't want to talk anymore."

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Grant tighten his grip on the steering wheel. He's mad. "You know I'm not enjoying this either right?"

"You're acting like this a lot for someone who doesn't enjoy it." I glare at him. "Tomorrow is an important day for Grayson and Prince, two people you love. I don't understand what could possibly make you not go."

His breathing gets heavy, I can tell he's trying to collect himself. "You don't think I know that?! I want to be there, but I can't okay?" His eyes wander to mine then quickly move back to the road. "Besides, Grayson hasn't exactly been friend of the year, and Prince has plenty of people there to support him. Don't act like I'm abandoning him."

The anger in Grant's words shuts me up. It's probably for the best too because I think if we keep talking, things could get really ugly. We drive the rest of the way home in silence. I play out every possible scenario for Grant's behavior in my mind but end up blank. I don't understand what's going on with him.

When he puts the car in park, he grabs my hand. I stare at him with wide eyes, but he doesn't look at me. "Are you okay?"

My heart ignites in flames. "Yeah, are you?"

He nods and releases my hand. "I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head, I'll be back in a hour."

"Okay, be careful." I say gently.

"Always." He gets out, opens my door and walks away.

I enter the house with one intent in mind, to read Grant's diary. I can sense he's in danger and I won't let him do this alone. He can be as stubborn as he wants, I'm not going anywhere.

I get physically sick after reading the next section of his diary.