#Chapter 115

Violet’s POV Theodore and I scrambled to separate from each other as Eva’s steps thundered closer. Being found in nothing but towels wouldn’t particularly help craft the illusion I was aiming for, but there was nothing to be done about it now. By the time Eva flung open the bathroom door, I managed to be sitting on the closed toilet lid on the complete opposite side of the bathroom from where Theodore leaned against a linen closet. I gazed at him pleadingly, still waiting for his answer as to whether or not he would play along with me, even though it would be a painful path ahead. His returning look was full of despair. I quickly assessed how best to school my expression in front of Eva, but one look at her told me I didn’t need to. She looked between us, her stony face softening in delight, and I realized how this looked to her. She was interpreting my pleading look as the end note to my request for Theodore to stay with me. And his look of despair to be a regretful but res