VIOLET
One week later…
Mom, I still haven’t forgotten about that dream, or whatever it was that you gave me. I wish I knew who put you there and why. I wish I knew why you had to die or why you had to give up your aura. But I don’t wonder if you’re here or not anymore. And I know you love me and that you love us. It’s actually such a relieving thought.
Believe it or not, I actually got dad to give Lucy another chance, not in love exactly, but she’s helping me. Discover and control my magic. Call it a gut feeling, but I just knew she would be perfect as a teacher. Dad and Aunt Christa are still weary of her though, and I don’t blame them really, I don’t. But I know she cares about us, even if she has a very, very weird way of showing it.
She explained to me how the fact that you being a
