Honestly, Grace wouldn't have wanted Jo to run to New York, because as much as she would've wanted to see her, she knew that it wasn't safe in the city. New York was, put plainly, a minefield for crime, and someone like Jo-- who had already gone through more than enough violence, if Jo's family's explanations had been any indication-- wouldn't have done well there. A young, pretty girl who was clearly distressed in the middle of a big city? Yeah, Gracelyn was glad she'd instead chosen a place that looked straight out of one of those cheesy romance movies that she totally did not love. Absolutely not.
When she heard Jo's blessed voice calling her name, her run turned into a full-on sprint. "Right here, I'm right here!" she called, finally making it through all the trees and laying eyes on her best friend. "Oh thank God," she said when she saw that she was unharmed. She ran at her and hugged her as hard as she could, feeling like if she didn't, she might just up and float away.
Once she'd hugged her properly, she stepped back and put her hands on her hips, looking for all the world like a distressed mother who'd just found their two year old wandering around the mall after searching for them for hours. "Where have you been?" she demanded. "I feel like I've searched the entire God-forsaken state of Colorado for you. You, my friend, are a master at this hiding business!"