Hey again! I seriously am liking this story even though I wrote it! ;) Oh, and I liked the line "I don't know. Maybe I'll tell you in 13 years" from the last chapter. I thought that it was pretty clever. ;) KK, whatevs here's your story!

Ezra's POV

Ezra was drifting off to sleep on his couch, when he heard a knock on his door. He got up and answered it, shocked to see the person on the other side.

"...Aria? What on earth are you doing here? It's like, 11:00!"

Aria looked scared and hurt. She had fear in her eyes and tears running down her face. "Violet came home, an-and got really angry at me, and she stormed out! I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up, she still wasn't home!"

Fear suddenly washed over Ezra, too. "Well do you know where she could be?"

"No! I thought she might be over here! Oh my God..." Aria brought her hands up to her forehead.

Ezra suddenly felt panicked. "Well, should I go look for her?"

"Yeah. I'll come with you."

"Umm... Violet might not want to come if she knows you are with me."

"Well what am I supposed to do? Just sit down and wait for my child to come back home?"

"You could stay here and call everyone you know!"

"Um, okay..."

Ezra knew Aria wanted to come along, but Violet was pretty stubborn and she wouldn't be willing to get in the same car that her mother was in. He dashed to his car and started it up, his heart racing.

He went everywhere in Rosewood, and there was still no sign of her. His hands drenched the steering wheel with sweat and worry was filling up his being. He drove to places close to Rosewood, and places no one would have guessed to look. Still no sign of her. Tears of fear were welling up in his eyes and he went to the last place he could possibly think of. It was so dark outside he couldn't see barely anything, but just when he was about to give up hope, something caught his eye. Just a figure that was darker than the atmosphere around it, not even in a certain shape, crumpled up in the corner of the big, concrete staircase of the Philadelphia Art Museum. "Violet?" He called, his voice overflowing with panic, "Violet, is that you?" he heard a stifled sob, and that was all it took. Ezra's adrenaline was running, and anything could be his daughter now.

He bolted out of his car door and ran to the figure. "Violet?"

The thing started sobbing, and Ezra automatically knew it was her. "Violet.." he said, giving a small sigh of relief. He picked up his crying daughter as you would pick up a small child, from under the arms. He pulled her close to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso, burring her face in his neck. She was shaking and sobbing and trying to make out words, but couldn't get them out. He stroked her hair and held her tight. "Shhhh... it'll all be okay," he whispered, "it'll all be okay."