[Violet’s POV]
I keep my eyes closed and let my breath come in small, even puffs as I listen to the sound of Lance climbing into the car beside me and then revving the engine to life. And when we start to move, I continue to keep my eyes closed while my mind reels and the small voice in the back of my head repeats one single word.
Coward.
Coward.
Coward.
Again and again it calls me a coward, like I don’t know that what I’m doing is a cop-out to avoid talking about what happened. I know it is a cop-out. I’m more than aware that it is a cop-out, but I fear that if I so much as open my mouth to speak, then these frustrating emotions that I’ve been trying to ignore will come bubbling forward. And if that happened, well, I was certain that I would be flat-out rejected.
Or would you? The s
