"Should I pick it up?" Violet's eyes were round with horror as she looked over at Carl. His face was a tapestry of emotions that didn't seem to land on any particular one for longer than a millisecond.
"Up to you, sweetheart," he told her, knowing that she probably should and dreading that she would.
Although Violet was determined to remain stoic and steadfast in her decision, there was a tiny bit of her that wavered. It wasn't due to any doubt in Carl or their relationship. It was that smidge inside her that wanted her to make her parents happy. She must have gotten that particular gene from her mother.
"Hey Daddy," she said brightly over the phone. Too brightly. Fake as f**k.
'What the hell have you done?'
Carl could not hear the words being said, but the volume was loud enough so t
