[Violet]
Fenrick maintained an unreadable expression, both eyes fixed on his phone screen despite the whispers as though it was nothing more than weather talk. Now I understood why he always seemed so distant—so cold and unapproachable.
It wasn’t just the way he carried himself. It was the way the world treated him. Like a shadow hanging in the corner, always present, but never truly seen. I didn’t know what crime had earned him this silent exile, but gods, did I pity him. If my family treated me with even half that disgust, I would have kept my distance.
Maybe that’s what he’d done. Emotionally, at least.
Still… I wished he’d told us. That he’d said something—anything. We could have tried to support him. Or maybe that was naïve of me. Maybe support was the last thing he wanted.
If t
