29. Spring
Spring was a time of rebirth and renewal. The perfect time to shed one's skin and begin again. The perfect time to forget. The perfect time to move on.
That's what Violet told herself anyway. He'd been gone two years, at this point there wasn't much hope left in Violet that he would come back.
February was ending. Winter was ending. March 1st was tomorrow. March 1st was the last day Violet would wait for him to come back.
She never expected that just three hours before March 1st ended, she would get a knock on her front door.
