“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Mark wasn’t himself at the end.”
I stopped in the kitchen.
“Sally handled those decisions. He never would’ve chosen that if he’d been thinking clearly.”
I walked into the room.
Violet was holding Cecelia.
Don’t miss
“Mark wasn’t himself.”
“Give her to me.”
Her face changed.
“Sally, I was just…”
“Give me my daughter.”
She handed Cecelia over.
I settled her against my chest.
“Give her to me.”
“You will never say that in front of her again.”
“She’s a baby.”
“She won’t always be.”
Violet’s eyes filled.
“You still have something of him.”
“She’s a baby.”
I stared at her.
She looked at Cecelia.
“You wake up and see him in her. What do I get?”
“Me.”
Violet froze.
“You had me.”
Her face crumpled.
“Me.”
“I loved you too, Violet.”
She covered her mouth.
“You’ve spent weeks making me the enemy because it’s easier than admitting Mark chose something you couldn’t stop.”
She shook her head.
“He wasn’t himself.”
