Violet 

Nora stood there, trembling. Her eyes darted from face to face, desperate, silently begging someone to step in and prove she wasn’t crazy. But no one did. Everyone avoided her gaze. When the realization finally sank in, that no one was on her side, she swallowed hard, feeling the last fragile thread of hope slip quietly from her grasp.

Her eyes finally met mine.

I tilted my head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. I didn’t need to speak. My expression alone was enough, and she knew exactly what it meant.

I was mocking her.

The moment Nora registered it, her already pale face flushed...