Violet cast her eyes between them. Mei’s free hand rested on the cushions by their legs. Violet took it. Eventually, they found themselves in each other’s arms, and watched the fire blaze beneath the stone chimney.
Violet didn’t know when she fell asleep. But her awakening was sharp and sudden. The fire had dwindled to a few stubborn embers, and a chill had leaked down the chimney into the parlor. Violet shivered and looked to the weight on her shoulder. Mei was there, heavy and deeply asleep. Come to think of it, Violet wasn’t sure if Mei had gotten a wink since Rory took ill. Her heart heavy, Violet wrapped her arms around Mei, keeping her still and warm.
The door creaked open, and Violet looked up. Victor, worn and tired, stepped into the parlor room. He offered Violet a weary smile a
