Chapter Five
Violet
I felt like I couldn't breathe and it wasn’t due to the humidity. It was the proximity of Milo. How could I become so attached to someone in only a few hours? I didn't want to explain my past to him because I was sure that would be the last I saw of him. I didn't want to see that disappointment in his eyes when I confessed I was just my mother's daughter. That what I did in my marriage was unforgivable and that I still wore my ring like a penance. To remind me of how far I'd fallen. Right until my divorce came through a month ago, when I'd removed it and buried it in the garden of the rental home I’d left behind. To stay in my past, because I had to move on. My counsellor told me I was ready.
With rubber gloves on, I scrubbed my frustrations out on the kitchen cupboa
