Chapter Nine
Violet
When the smell of burning had drifted through the bathroom window I’d almost cursed. I’d been enjoying a shower, even if the thing was ancient and slow and the suite knackered and scratched. I’d wanted to keep the windows open for just a while longer, letting as much fresh air into my new home as I could before I locked it up tight and prepared to go to sleep. There was no doubt about it, I was nervous about sleeping here alone for the first time. I knew after the cat episode I was going to be listening out for noises and that every little sound would have me wondering what it was. But I was a grown woman. I’d been sleeping on my own a while now in my previous place and so with the help of the bottle of wine Becca had gifted me (I figured I could buy another for girls
