Daphne's POV

My fingers drummed against the steering wheel as I waited for Violet to join me in the car.

I don't understand her; what could be taking so long? It's not like she packed a lot of stuff over here. Even if she did, she could just leave it behind.

She has tons of whatever she'd ever need at the Delacroix house.

I was tempted to go in and check on her again, but decided against it.

Today would be my last day here; I'm not stepping back in. I don't want to see either Ryan's or ...