Violet’s POV

The cold stone floor pressed against my knees as I scrubbed yet another stubborn stain from the kitchen floor. My fingers ached, and a dull weariness settled deep in my bones. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The baby inside me was growing stronger every day, and with every heartbeat, I was reminded that I was not alone.

Mira’s shadow loomed over me like a dark cloud. It had become a very disturbing habit of hers. It was just as though I was relishing my experience all over ...