Olivia rang the doorbell again. It was 7:00 in the morning, so Violet had to be home. She wouldn't answer her phone calls. If the doorbell rang long enough, she would have to answer it. She was right. Violet came to the door a few minutes later. Her eyes were puffy and her hair looked like a bird's nest.

"Good morning."

"I don't want any company."

"How are you?"

"Do I look okay? Adam is dead...my husband..."

"I'm sorry for you loss."

"Your apology won't bring him back."

"Violet I'm sorry you lost Adam."

"This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I did everything right. I wasn't supposed to end up being a single mom."

"Aira misses you."

"I can't raise a baby alone."

"Violet it's been a month."

"I'm not taking her back. I can barely take care of myself. I can't raise a baby alone."

"I can hire you a nanny."

"I need more than a nanny. I need my husband."

"You have to be strong for Aira. She needs you."

Violet sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I'm not like you mom. You're stronger than me. I need my husband."

"Violet what do you want?"

"I don't want a baby. Not like this."

"Aira is already here. You need a therapist. You have postpartum depression."

"I know I'm depressed. A therapist can't fix my problems."

"Come see Aira. You don't have to stay long."

"I can't right now. Not like this."

"Let me cook you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry."

"I want you to get counseling."

"I want you to leave. I'm really not trying to be mean. I need to be alone for awhile."