“That’s a really nice bathrobe,” Victor said, by way of getting things back to normal.
Violet turned and stared at him—or through him. “What?”
“It’s the perfect color for you. Makes your eyes shimmer,” he said, pouring out another cup of coffee for her.
“Shimmer,” she repeated absently, pacing about the room in an agitated fashion.
“Violet, come sit and have breakfast with me.”
He lifted the cup to show her and she came to the table. She sat and sighed before taking the cup in both hands.
“Thank you,” she said, sipping at it.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked. “It takes some getting used to, sleeping through sirens and everything, especially when you’re used to the quiet of Catalpa Valley.”