Declan

Grayson was standing in the lobby when I entered the police station, and immediately crossed the room to me when he saw me. I met him halfway.

“No news yet?” I asked, pulling out my phone. With everything going on with Henley, I hadn’t had time to call him yet.

Grayson shook his head. “No, not yet. I’m hoping we hear something soon.” He looked into my eyes. “How’s Henley?”

I sighed, wondering how much to tell him. But then I thought the ...