“Hello, Violet,” Henry says in a calm voice and stands. She stumbles back a step. “What are you doing here?” “We have some things to discuss.” She shakes off her backpack, letting it fall to the floor with a thump. “How did you find me? I thought you had no idea who I was.” “I didn’t. But there is nothing I can’t find out, Violet. Remember that.” I groan inwardly. That sounded like a threat. “Except that you have a daughter, apparently.” There’s no lack of bitterness in her tone. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be looking.”
