CHAPTER NINETEEN
VIOLA
I wake up to Gryff licking my face. He’s pressing on my bladder, and I’m two seconds away from peeing myself.
“Get down, buddy.” I push him slightly, and he jumps down, giving me the opportunity to roll off the couch. “Where’s Daddy?” I ask him as we walk down the too quiet hallway. “Travis?” I call out, but no one answers. “Hmm, weird.”
I use the bathroom and get myself something to drink. We should be leaving within the hour to meet up with his family, so I know he can’t be too far away. I dig into the fridge and grab an apple to hold me over until dinner. I glance around and see the newspaper lying on top of the kitchen table. I shuffle through it until the words Crawford Marketing grab my attention.
Well, well, well. Wouldn’t ya know? Little Miss Blondie got
