We… we can find a small apartment again, can we not?

Violet’s pov

The nausea in my stomach was a living thing as I watched the professor fight to keep his composure. Beside him, my mother had gone a frightening, bloodless shade of white.

“Bennett,” she breathed. “What… what are you saying?”

He turned and seized her hand, but her fingers lay limp an...

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