Feeling a bit lost, I watched as everyone else said their goodbyes.
“Violet,” Dad suddenly called out.
“Y-Yes?” I asked, unsure of what to expect.
He grew a smile. “It was nice seeing you,” he said, “and it’s good to see you’ve made a friend. A good friend.”
His gaze flicked over to Dylan, and Trinity who held little Isaiah in her arms.
The next thing that happened took me by surprise. He pulled me into a hug, something he’d never done before. My body froze at first, but then I leaned into him, letting myself relax in his arms.
“We’re so proud of you, Violet,” Mom added, gently brushing her hand over my head and giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning her attention to Dylan again.
Dad pulled back. His hands rested on my shoulders as he looked at me with remorseful eyes
