#Chapter 129 Hope in a Grocery Box

Theodore’s POV It was a little pathetic. I was a little pathetic. But if I was being honest, I was more than willing to be even more pathetic for Violet. For now, I was staring at the paper in the kitchen, not reading at all while I pathetically listened for the doorbell. Bennett’s grocery deliveries had been coming in weekly – every Saturday at noon – and I hadn’t received another note from my wife since the first one hidden in the recipe book. But I hoped each Saturday for the second one. This was the third Saturday since Eva was so violently thrust into our lives. Three weeks without Violet was starting to wear me down. From my peripherals, I saw Dahlia notice the nervous jiggling of my leg from where she sat across from me. I said nothing, only continued to stare at the paper. “Unrest is growing across the country,” she said. “Huh?” I looked up from the paper, one ear still listening for the doorbell. It was almost noon. Reaching over the paper in my hands, Da