VIOLET'S POV
It's been a f*****g week.
A whole goddamn damn week since I left. For the first time in what feels like forever, I can finally breathe.
Since I stepped away from Adrian, from Emily, from all the suffocating bullshit that came with being in his orbit. And yet, I feel... good. Comfortable, even. There's no prying eyes watching my every move, no second-guessing whether I should breathe a little softer, love a little less, hurt a little quieter.
I can finally just be me.
Dad.
The name rolls so easily off my tongue now, which still f*****g surprises me. I guess I've spent the past few days getting to know my father-really know him. And it's strange, isn't it? How something that should've felt foreign, awkward, forced, ended up feeling so natural, like we were never separ
