VIOLET
"So, tell me... How do you feel now?" Mason asks the moment I get off the phone with Adrian.
I flash him a tired smile. "Relieved. A whole lot of it."
He hands me a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," I whisper, taking it from him.
A moment of silence existed between us.
"Sometimes, I'm scared of the future," I admit, staring into the dark liquid. "Emily's dead now. I didn't plan for this to happen. She was a sweet friend, and deep down, I feel like she didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve to die like that. Maybe she could've had a second chance."
Mason looks at me like I've grown a second head, his brows furrowing in disbelief.
I shake my head, firm. "I'm serious."
"What are you talking about, Vi?" His tone sharpens. "She was bitter. She kidnapped your son, for god's sake. She wa
