There are new, unspoken rules in the Blackwell household.
We don’t talk about the cells or, as Violet has called it on a number of occasions, “The Hell Hole”, nobody is to ask about the blue hoodie she wears around the house all the time now despite the large blood stain that mom couldn’t quite get out of it because the first time we did she got all dazed and started crying, and we’re not to leave her alone for long periods of time without checking in on her.
The third isn’t a rule meant to help Violet.
That one is for everybody else in the house.
The doorbell rang and mom hopped up from the couch, jostling us as she rushed to the door. We were all squeezed in the couch, Violet in the middle of us, everybody just trying to stay close to her. She seemed to notice all t
