Chapter Eighteen
Violet
I hadn’t seen my mother for four years. My last memories of her appearance were of a well-groomed woman who bought every anti-aging product known to man. Yet when I entered the room to visit her, I had to look twice to make sure this was my mother. Her hair was still vaguely blonde but threaded with grey and white and she’d aged, looking a decade older than her fifty years.
She stood up as she noticed me. I thought guards would leap forward and look wary, but they all seemed pretty chill. My mum had received a fifteen-year sentence for the spontaneous attempted murder of my father. In six year’s time she’d be able to apply for parole, but I didn’t want to think about that right now.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to think about right now. My feet seemed stuck to th
