“Violet?” “Yeah.” I get up and pull the door open. “I thought you left.” “I did, or I started to.” “Okay.” I turn back to look at the bed and nightstand. “Did you forget something?” “Just this.” His right hand reaches out and caresses my hip, then he seems to think better of it and pulls it back. He rubs at his palm with his other hand. “I like you, Violet. I’ve always liked you.”
