Violet
When Luca came to the beach house to pick us up, he hadn’t announced himself. Nor had he offered any warning to his arrival.
It was just a normal day. Well, as normal as our days could be considering our circumstances.
Cronan and Zech had gone off for a walk with little Ana who was restless, and Talia’s littles were all playing spades around the dining room table while I cleaned up some pots we’d used to make dinner. Humming, swaying, Talia seemed somewhat calmer than she had initially been in our presence and, despite the obvious unnatural growth of my Ana, hadn’t asked any questions. Just as she’d seemed to turn a blind eye to her odd eating habits and how the animals just seemed to come from every direction to visit with her. I assumed she didn’t want to pry but, sometimes,
