“No.” He sighed. “Graham’s part was telling me when Mari stopped checking every photograph. Mine was restoring this if that day ever came.”
Henry looked at Graham.
“Then tonight, he apparently decided you needed a part too.”
Graham shrugged. “I needed to get you outside somehow.”
I stared at them both. “My turn to do what?”
Henry held my gaze. “See what Mari doesn’t need from you anymore.”
Marissa reached the vanity.
“Henry, why do you have this?”
Henry touched the polished edge.
