[Violet]
The next two days went by fast.
Raye was discharged from the hospital the following morning. She still hadn’t said a word to me, but she had started speaking to Lucien in soft, halting fragments. That was something. Progress. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Marielle had said—that Raye’s drawings brought misfortune. As ridiculous as it sounded, part of me believed her even though there was no proof of that. Not when Marielle’s broken arm and leg were non-existent.
Still, I quietly removed the papers and pens from her bedroom. Just to be safe. The little girl slept a lot and when she wasn’t asleep, she could be spacing out and staring into the distance like she was watching something the rest of us couldn’t see.
I didn’t know how I would react if she drew a scary pi
