The moment Celia saw Violet's swollen, tear-streaked eyes and the barren, ashless urn, she understood everything without needing an explanation.
"That bastard. No, Cedric is pure evil." Her voice trembled with rage as she gently stroked Violet's hair. Her teeth stayed clenched tight. "Violet, how can you stay with him for one more second? He stopped loving you ages ago. He stopped seeing you a long time before that girl ever showed up."
"I cannot do this anymore." Violet's eyes were dull as a frozen lake in winter. Flat. Empty. Dead.
"Cici, let us get out of here. Just you and me. We will go somewhere far away and start over."
At those words, Celia's nose stung sharply. Tears welled up and spilled over before she could stop them.
"Violet. I will go with you. I do not care about my car
