Violet's POV.
The drive home was slow and silent. I looked at the busy streets of Los Angeles as we passed by. The routines that consumed the people daily. The teenagers that wanted to explore the world without it's consequences. The happy couple who'd just received their first bundle of joy and were taking him for a walk.
Everything was still as I had left it. Everyone was still the same except me. I had gone through the worst times of my life the past few weeks and I had no idea what to expect the coming week. I mean, how did murderers live their lives? The image of me standing before the judge refused to leave my head. I pleaded with my eyes. She was merciful to me.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Nathan asked me while holding and squeezing my hands. They were cold to the touch, but
