[Lance’s POV]
“Yeah.”
It’s all Violet says before the phone disconnects, and I feel a sense of emptiness that I’m familiar with but hate all the same. It’s the same feeling I lived with for so long after my mother’s death. The same feeling my father still lives with to this day, and it reminds me exactly why, despite these growing emotions, I just can’t let Violet in.
“Who was it?” My waitress asks, moving forward and pressing her body against mine. “You don’t look so well. Come inside; I’ll help you feel better.”
Remaining silent, I try to let myself get lost in the feel of the warm body pressing against me, but I feel absolutely nothing.
“I think you should go.” I say, causing a look of shock to flash in her eyes.
“What did you…”
“I said you should go.” I repeat, my voice cold. “Y
