Violet POV

Aunt Macy cringed at my question. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry, Violet, but that was the only option left for me.” I could sense her misery and desperation rolled into one. 

Uncle Ben squirmed in his chair, his discomfort evident, as if he hadn't anticipated that this topic would be discussed. 

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “What could’ve a five-year-old done so bad that you handed her to a rogue ...