Violet's pov

I stood frozen outside the chicken coop as my knuckles turned white from gripping the eggs basket tightly. My knees collapsed under me, as tears spilled freely from my eyes. Something sparked and flared inside of me.

I had allowed him to make a mockery of me again and I reeked of him.

I reeked of shame--Raw...Scorching.

My throat burned. I longed to scream. To pour out my anger and hatred. I swallowed the sob that begged for release.

How did I get here?

Enough was enough!

The ache ...