VIOLET POV

"Mom, can we just drop this conversation?"

I told my mother an hour later after she'd emerged from her room once more to complain about what a horrible child I was and how I was going to taint our name with the name of the Clarksville.

I was already getting old and I was tired of feeling bad and crying like a baby. Sure I had fucked up but they were acting like I did it on purpose. If only Joe had not said anything, I could have found an easier and better way to tell them but he just had to open his big mouth.

"Do not...