Chapter 118

• SPENCER POV
• Our routine is blissful, Violet’s and mine. Pulling free from her arms in the morning to shower and cook her up some breakfast. Dropping her at college and kissing her hair and telling her to have a nice day. Her sweet voice at lunchtime, our telephone call like clockwork, one on the dot. Her joyful recounting of her day when I picked her up. The quiet beauty of her completing her assignments at the dinner table.
• Our evening meal. Our gentle conversations.