Chapter 17Good girl.
Violet turned over in bed. She heard the voice from a distant memory. Good girl. Yeah, good. You know what you’re doing. Just let it happen. Chad’s voice. His breath. His…
Violet felt ill even in her sleep. She turned over again. Her consciousness tried to cling to the forefront of her mind. She tried to wake up, but she’d been up reading too late. She’d been up on the phone with Katrina, giving insight into some of the cases they still had in Ontario at Alternative You. Then she’d been up with Darla and George, talking about yet another shitty thing abbot their case, which as her case.
“We may want you at the trial.”
“What?”
“It’s a maybe right now,” Darla had affirmed. “Probably won’t happen…”
Darla went on and on, and while Violet had nodded, said sure, and ag
