[Lucien]
Violet was angry with me.
She hadn’t said it aloud, but she didn’t have to. Whenever it got like this, she barely made eye contact and whenever she did, it was a glare.
It wasn’t a question of if I’d messed up—because I had. It was just a matter of whether I could ever make it right.
The worst part? I didn’t even remember what I’d done but I was sure it had something to do with my daughter and her mother.
‘My daughter?’ I scoffed. The words felt foreign.
I stood outside Raye’s room, one hand resting on the doorknob, the other hanging useless at my side. The girl was supposed to be in bed, layered in oversized clothes Violet had pieced together. Her breathing had been shallow all morning, and we were meant to take her to the hospital after breakfast.
So why was I stalling a
