WITH precision, Violet’s hands moved with ease.
Mia was seated on the bed while Violet was applying first aid to the bruises that she sustained from the road accident.
“How the f*ck did you meet Summer?”
“She was the person who found me when I was hungry and cold after I ran away from home.”
“She sent you to the orphanage?” Violet raised her head from inspecting the detective’s injured foot. She was done cleaning the bruises on Mia’s face. “Belle told me that you lived in an orphanage called Artemis.”
“Yes. She built Artemis.”
“She also mentioned that.”
“I owed my life to Summer. Whoever I am today, it was all because of her.”
“Because she gave you a roof over your head?”
“For a starter, she fed me without knowing who I am. When she learned that I had no place to go, she told me
