[Violet]
As I stood there, conflicted on whether or not to go after him—because I had nothing to say or maybe because, despite the way Lucien cared for me, I couldn’t simply up and admit that I wasn’t his wife. That I’d been lying to him this whole time.
‘What to do…’ I hugged my upper arms, exhaling into the warm afternoon air.
Still, I remembered what I told myself. That I would face things head-on and not keep cowering. And if I didn’t follow him now, this would only fester.
I exited the main building, following his scent to the garden at the back of the house.
Lucien was seated in the same bench swing as from the night of the family dinner. It made me recall the story of being told about him and Fenrick’s troubled relationship. Another mystery.
I approached with noisy footsteps
