Violet
Stepbrother.
The word echoed.
It rang through my head, loud and sharp, slicing through the haze just enough to register before everything went dark.
My vision finally gave in, the room dissolving into shadow as the last thing I felt was Elijah’s grip tightening, his voice calling my name as the world slipped away beneath me.
And I found myself transported back in the past, back to where my dreams of a happily married life had been brutally crushed and stomped on.
“Doctor! Somebody call a doctor!” I heard a familiar voice.
“She passed out, poor thing. Let us get her on a chair at least."
But my brain barely registered those voices amidst the fog engulfing it.
Sound returned before sight.
I felt hands at my shoulders, light but insistent, and the faint, familiar scent of po
