Violet
I pushed open my bedroom door and headed downstairs. The house was silent. I was just about to step outside, until I froze.
My aunt sat on the couch, coffee mug in hand, legs crossed like she owned the whole damn world. Harper stood beside her, arms folded, glaring at me.
Perfect. Just what I needed to start the morning.
I considered turning around and going back to my room. It was too early for this kind of drama. But skipping school wasn’t an option, I was on scholarship. Every day mattered.
I angled toward the door, hoping I could just slip out, but Harper moved fast. Her fingers clamped around my wrist, nails digging into my skin.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I frowned. She just gave me that smug, condescending smile, the one that always made me want to slap it right
