Henry’s phone chirps with a text, stalling his rant. It’s followed by a second message a beat later. He reads them and his shoulders sag. “Is that her?” Henry hands me his phone without a word, his laughter a relief to my ears. Violet: Welcome to parenthood! Violet: Chill, it was cranberry juice, and Ronan made me leave right after. Besides, they’re too young for me. I’m going to make my move on the ferry captain. I can’t help my giggle. “See? She’s joking.” Henry’s chuckle morphs into a groan. “This fucking kid is going to be a royal pain in my ass.” “Probably.”
