Harry's eyes met Violet's before looking away and walking toward the table in the center of the room. It was small, but still large enough to place the fixings for the coffee they would need to get through the day. Well- night, really.
Sighing, Violet's eyes sought out Carl's for a brief moment and he looked back at her. He had known she would look to him for support, though he was sure Mathilde was on her side as well. He had heard a little of what Mattie had said when Violet had arrived.
Violet waited for everyone to grab their coffees before heading over to the table to fix her own. She wasn't altogether sure if she was allowed to partake in the bitter brew, but her mother had nudged her along to fix herself a cup.
"Violet." The voice made her freeze. It was her father's voice and it
