Chapter 77

• Violet's POV
• Throughout the drive from the police station, I remained quiet, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts. Ryder, noticing my tension, suggested lunch at one of my favorite restaurants nearby. His idea was welcomed with open arms; it was just what I needed.
• I stepped into the cozy restaurant, the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering spices—though faint—hovered in the air, and I took deep breaths. The sweet aroma already had me salivating.