The lost Morrison Heiress
Adaeze's steady voice.
Only him. Only getting him here safely.
At some point in the blur of it I registered the corridor outside.
Through the small window in the door, a rectangle of glass at eye level showed a slice of the hallway beyond.
Henry was there. Sitting in a chair directly across from the door, his elbows on his knees and his head slightly bowed, not quite praying, just very still, very focused inward, the way Henry got when he was holding something together by sheer force of love and will and refusing to consider the alternative.
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