CHAPTER 48
VIOLET
Kneeling for Elton had earned me a tiny, thin blanket, and last night, I’d gotten a couple of hours of fitful sleep curled up in one corner of the cellar. Before Elton went out, he’d kept his word and brought me a paper grocery sack with a package of crackers, two tubs of yogurt, and half a dozen bottles of water. The blanket had arrived when he came back several hours later. Freezing, I’d dropped to my knees as soon as I heard footsteps, and when the flashlight beam hit me, he’d let out a long exhale.
“Good girl. I thought you might have forgotten.”
Oh, sure, because I had so many other things going on in my life right now.
This morning—at least, I assumed it was morning, I really had no idea—Elton’s breathing quickened as he watched me in silence, and I imagined al
