Violet POV

Emily had never been this close to me, but I always knew that she was monitoring me. Her presence in Martha’s office made my stomach queasy. No. That was an understatement. It was worse. Anger and discomfort warred inside me.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I asked, “May I help you?” I tried to keep a nonchalant tone, but only I knew what I was feeling. My mood had been jittery since morning because of so many things, but Emily’s presence ruined it ...