Violet
I stared wide eyed at mom who suddenly pushed me to my room and began throwing my clothes all around.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Quick, change into something nice from these awful pajamas and reach Stratford International. You have to show up there as soon as possible.”
She grabbed a black pencil skirt and a grey blouse and began stuffing my laptop in my bag.
“Mom!!”
“Quick. We don’t have time. They are interrogating Luke as we speak.”
I had no idea why I had to change into business wear or how me going to whatever company she was asking me to would save dad but I stopped questioning and readily changed.
Ten minutes later, Mom had grabbed my purse, fussed over my hair and was screaming.
“Put on some light makeup.”
“Why the hell would I need makeup to save Dad?” I argued,
