Palisa
The air inside the building was stale and thick with the smell of mildew.
Try as they might to adorn the place as much as they could, it did not get rid of the rotten stench that chased me out of the ugly family home. The outside air hit me immediately. Crisp and clean compared to the stagnant atmosphere inside.
I drew in a slow breath, letting it cleanse the stench of poverty from my lungs.
The family stood outside, right by the door.
Two adults and one younger male standing side by side, their bodies pressed close as if proximity might offer them any protection.
Violet's family.
The father's hands trembled at his sides. The mother's fingers dug into her son's arm hard enough to leave marks, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared at me.
The man too had dark hair and grey eyes.
But that was where the similarities ended. The girl looked nothing like him.
Nothing like any of them.
Pathetic.
These people…
