“Violet showed up at our place in Manhattan last night and then took off. She was upset,” I explain. “We would like to meet her grandparents and make sure Violet is okay.” “I have people who can get me the address within the hour, but if Violet is in any danger and we’ve wasted time finding her …” Henry lets the unspoken threat hang in the air, his teeth clenched with frustration. I give his biceps a warning squeeze. He’s usually smoother than this.
