POV: Violet
The hospital cafeteria smelled like burnt coffee and over-toasted bagels. Normally, I didn’t mind it was familiar, background noise to my day but today it made my stomach churn.
I sat across from Kendra, stirring my tea without drinking it, staring at the steam like it held answers.
“You’ve been stirring that cup for ten minutes,” Kendra said, snapping open her yogurt. “Either drink it or let me perform a tea exorcism.”
I managed a smile. “I’m fine.”
She snorted. “And I’m Rihanna.”
Before I could answer, my phone buzzed again. I froze. Kendra noticed, her eyes narrowing, but before she could comment, I slipped it under the table and checked the screen.
Another message.
Unknown Number: He’s going to find out. Maybe he already has.
My throat tightened. I shoved the phone
