Iestyn looked down at his phone, tapping it against his hand. "I don't know. She doesn't want to hear from me." But then, maybe he should tell her. She would want to know, and it might make her reach out. So he tapped out a message, because he loved her more than he was angry with her. Then he shook his head and looked up at Henry again. "I don't know what else to do with her."