How did the statement go? Was I hungry or thirsty? Was I tired? Did I need to lie down? After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Violet, talking to Mason helped me feel better. What I really want to do is go in the backroom and work.” Her brow wrinkled. “Mason?” She paused, cocking her head. “What did he say?” I wasn’t sure why, but I felt the need to keep most of our conversation to myself. Maybe it was because I still didn’t feel like I could trust her after I found out that she’d let the entire town think I’d stolen her inheritance. Violet’s betrayal cut me to the core. Especially when I thought of the sacrifice I was making to keep her affair with Brody a secret. But she was my sister. Revealing her secret wasn’t an option. “Mason told me not to worry. That everything would work out in the end.” She put her hand on her hip and frowned. “But that’s what I said.” She was right, but her comfort didn’t have the same effect it had months ago.
