Violet POV
I sat at my desk, staring off into the distance, my heart was hurting. It’s been two days and he still has no idea who I am. I’m a complete stranger to him. Before he looked at me with such fire in his eyes… now it’s just blank. I can’t stop thinking about the night of the party. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me. It sent shivers up and down my spine. Each time I think about it I’m hit with the cold reality of what happened afterwards. I ran and he ran after me. It’s all my fault, I caused his pain, his suffering, and he has no idea. Maybe it’s a good thing that he doesn’t remember me. I chewed on the skin around my thumb, it’s becoming a nasty habit. I’ve been considering putting in my resignation, I don’t think I can work here anymore. Not after what I’ve put him
