Chapter One
Violet
My parent's funeral was a quiet affair, with only three people; the minister, my daughter and I. Tears slid down my face as the minister blessed their headstones and wrapped up the ceremony. Cradling my newborn baby to my chest with a duffle bag slung across by back, I thanked the minister for his time and he blessed my daughter and me. Hurrying down the once familiar streets, I glanced around, searching for the one. The one place I knew that she, my special, little glass girl, would be safe. My eyes latched onto the sight of the green painted door of a large white warehouse. Moving in and out of the growing shadows swiftly, I increased my pace. As I jogged up the concrete steps, knowing I had little time, and knocked loudly on the door, startling the inhabitants awake. I gently placed my daughter in the woven basket I held and set it before the door. Ran down the steps and away as fresh tears streamed down my face. I knew I would see her again, but that did not soften the fact that now he had everything I held dear. And yet, I still ran, but I did not run far, for I knew that she would someday need me and that I had to be close to be there.
That comforted me little as my heart broke again.