Violet's pov

The rage I felt in the past few days was channeled to my new hobby--- tending the garden. The garden became my healing spot and Mama's cottage, my safe space. The flowers in the garden looked so appealing that I'm sometimes afraid to touch them because I'm afraid to scar or bruise them. They are so delicate they remind me of myself.

I've resigned my heart to the fact that Xaden was no longer mine. He no longer looked at me, smiled at me or even came to our bed chamber. So I moved ...