{Violet’s POV}
Last night was straining in so many ways. I had gone to see my mother and I had stayed with her for two hours. I had slept beside her on her bed for 1 hour 45mins and 10 seconds and had cried for 7mins and 2 seconds. Then we spent the remaining 7 minutes and 48 seconds chatting about life.
I know you’re cross-checking the maths but hear this, as much as I’m bad at singing, I’m equally good at some things. Maths is one of them.
I had told my mum about Wolfville, about how I was…
A nobody.
Don’t mind me. I didn’t tell her that. What parents want to hear is about grades so I told her about my grades— nothing heartbreak, or kiss, or Liam-related.
I had sneaked into the Lodge past midnight. “Sneaked” because I didn’t want to wake Liam up with the sound of doors, or spoons
