Violet

“I broke up with Matthew, Seb.”

“What did he do?” Sebastian’s voice was calm, but there was a seriousness behind his words that immediately made my stomach twist.

I turned to him slowly. “What makes you think he did anything?

He looked at me, unimpressed. His gaze was too old for his seventeen years.

“Because I know you,” he said. “And I know how much you loved him. If you broke up with Matthew, that means he did something. So what was it, Violet?”

I stared at him.

He was seventeen years old, and already too grown for his age. Sebastian had always been that way, mature, observant, and...