Violet pulled up to the house she had grown up in and thanked God that her father wasn't at home. She hadn't been back to the place since that fateful dinner because of him. If only he would have understood what she wanted- and needed- and not pushed her toward what he felt she deserved. He didn't know d**k about her as far as Violet was concerned. Her mother was more sympathetic.
She tossed her keys in her purse after locking her car and wondered if she should text Carl. It was still early in the day and he could be back at work. She didn't want to disturb him if she didn't have to though. For all she knew he was still in Aiden's office having it out with her father. He would text her when he could. He always did.
Her mother met her by the door and the housekeeper took her coat without
