“I’m really sorry to hear that.” And she is, she is really sorry to hear that, I can see it in her face. A lump takes place in my throat as this is the only bit of sympathy, genuine sympathy, I’ve had from someone since this all happened. Violet put on a good show for the newspapers and the police officers and the school and the therapist. She loved the attention, the drama. She didn’t love me though, she didn’t do this out of the kindness of her heart.
I swallow the lump down, “thank you,” I say to her. She looks at me for a second, eyes meeting mine, and then turns.
“Come on, you’ll love what I’m going to show you!”
And off we go, crunch, crunch, crunch, through the snow.