Violet

I stared at the doorknob, my hand hovering just above it, my fingers trembling slightly. My heart pounded so loudly I was scared someone inside might hear it.

Something was wrong.

I knew my aunt. Whenever she sounded that sweet, it meant trouble. She only used that voice when she had something planned, something I wouldn’t like. Something that would cost me deeply.

And besides, a visitor for me?

Who do I even know that would walk in here on their own two feet?

My brain was racing through every possible person it couldn’t be.

Penelope or Kai? No way. They’d never show up here without telling me first,...