“Where to start?” Harmony mumbled to herself.
Violet stared at her mother, her nerves frayed, waiting and wondering what her mother could possibly tell her that would in any way hurt her. All she knew is that this wasn’t the time nor place for it.
“Mom, can we do this some other time, please? This is a party and it’s Christmas and it isn’t really a good…”
“It has to be done now, before it’s too late,” Harmony said.
“Too late for what?”
“Too late for you.”
“Violet, just listen,” Harmony said, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. “ Do you remember the first day you came to Mason to see me?”
“Vividly,” Violet said. “I was so shocked to see you like that, like a zombie… shocked to see you at all actually.”
Harmony smiled sadly. “I, on the other hand, was so happy to see you, Violet,” she said.
“I was happy, too, Mom!” Violet quickly added. “Really!”