Even Violet’s letter—the one she’d written and asked Anthony to give to her at Romney Hall—it was exactly right, precisely what Eloise had needed to hear. Violet could have scolded, she could have hurled accusations; she would have been perfectly within her rights to do either—or more. But all she’d written was, “I hope you are well. Please remember that you are my daughter and you will always be my daughter. I love you.”
