Violet’s POV

I was in my room trying to sleep off the dizziness that I was feeling when I heard a knock on my door, and before I could ask who it was, my door was pushed open, and I rolled my eyes. 

I was back home where my privacy was not respected. 

My mother walked into the room, looking nervous and fidgety.

“What is it?” I snapped, sitting up and turning my glare on her.

I flinched. “What do you want?”

“Can we talk?”

“No.”

She exhaled quietly, folding her hands in her ...