The next morning, early as an early bird, Violet got up and limped with difficulty to do her routines. She was getting better but the pain was still there.
Under the sunrise, the orange sky, in her garden, Violet sat on a chair under the shade with a sketch book in her lab. Her eyes stared into the lavender bushes. She had no clue where her life led her to. Everything seemed to have fallen apart and she got lost. It was her fault, after she reflected on what happened. She was determined to take revenge for her parents, but then she realized she hadn't planned it well. Violet had no intention of killing people or getting them involved, yet she had already walked on a path where many dead bodies lay. She again felt she was holding onto something unrealistic, the lavender project. It had bee
