Chapter 322

• Violet
• I could hear Dad’s soft mumbling as he made tea in the kitchen, and my younger self begging to help. I didn’t need to look to know what was happening next door. Little me was probably standing on her tiptoes, reaching for the counter, handing him the sugar tin with both hands, thinking she was really contributing.
• There was nothing I wanted more than to run over and take a closer look, but as we sat around the round table, waiting for our tea, my legs just wouldn’t move.