as my pale, frightened reflection stared back. My eyes were even wearier these days, and I sighed. It wasn’t just the memory of the London Bloodbath that was fading. So was the hope of getting out of Varnley.
We’ll get you out of there, Violet, but it’s going to take time …
My father’s parting words haunted me. I was waiting it out all right. But how much longer could I last? Could I last months? I had promised my father I would, but it was already September and my resolve wasn’t as concrete as it had been.
I hit a few random notes on the piano, not really intending to play anything. But the isolation of the room began to play tricks on my mind, and I needed that comforting sound that would muffle the creaking of the floorboards and mute the raging wind that was battering the windows.
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