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Me: No! Violet.

And they don’t reply to me either.

Me: Hello?

Nothing.

Where is everyone?

Figuring I’ll catch my dad back at his house before he goes out for dinner, I dash down the hotel corridor in the direction of the back exit to get my car.

I think my body has gone into emotional overload. It can’t cope and I’m most definitely having a breakdown. Fatigue, memory loss, hallucinations, mood swings, and the sensation that I am detached from my body, I tick all the boxes.

* * *

I slam the car door of my black Porsche shut and look up at my father’s house. Darkness. No life to be seen, no cars, just one big nine-bedroom mansion looming over me.

I leave my car at the front of his home and walk down the drive to my house at the back of the estate.

With every crunchy footstep closer down the gravel drive to my house, I start to feel better. I needed fresh air, that was all.

This afternoon was a hallucination. A momentary glitch.

And between seeing purple everywhere, smelling her, and then imagining she was in the ballroom earlier, I know I have to make an appointment to see the doctor again tomorrow. He can give me something to help me sleep. That’s all that’s wrong with me.

I just need to sleep.

Approaching my house, I realize I must have left the lights on this morning. My modest three-bedroom house is lit up like a lighthouse.

I go to put my key in the door, but it’s already unlocked.

Shit, I must have forgotten to put the alarm on this morning too.

I really should start paying more attention.

I push the door open and I can hear a scratching noise and the soft thrum of someone in my house.

Have I caught the thief red-handed, taking all my worldly goods? They better not be taking my new gaming console. I queued for hours to get my hands on that fucking thing.

And that seems to be how I spend most nights now, shouting down my headset at sad fuckers like me to cover me and get first aid.

A faint hum of music hits my ears, then a tiny clicking noise alerts me to a little white fluffy ball scuttling across the gray wooden flooring of my hall in my direction.

I get the fright of my life and jump when it looks up at me cutely, then barks.

Pom-pom!

I shake my head, my mouth dropping open.

“Oh sorry. I should have put him in his cage before you came home.” Violet appears in the living room doorway, still in her black Sanctuary dress with no shoes on. She scoops Pom-pom into her arms, then disappears into my kitchen.

I didn’t make it up. I’m not going mad. She is here.

“What…” I hold my hands up, frozen to the spot. I discover I can’t make words.

Violet reappears. “Your dinner is in the oven. Your yaya dropped off a moussaka for us. I’ve poured you a glass of wine and I am off to take a shower. It’s been a long day.” She jumps onto the first step of my stairs. “I smashed a glass in the kitchen earlier and I think I found all the shards, but just be careful in case I missed any.” She pops her finger in the air. “Oh, I forgot.” She jumps off the bottom step and skips across the hall toward me.

When she kisses me on the lips, she takes me by surprise. “Welcome home.” As quick as a flash, she disappears up the stairs.

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