#Chapter 146 The Sacrifice

Theodore’s POV It felt wrong walking away from Violet when we had so little time together as it was. But she did need to rest. And she had made a good point about whoever knew my mom possibly having answers we needed. Marcy led me to the front porch and the woman who waited there. “If you’d like to come in for tea, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll leave you two to chat.” Marcy wasn’t being her obnoxiously boisterous self, and I missed it. She returned inside her home, and I leaned against the porch railing, facing the stranger, to indicate that we were not going inside for tea. She looked me over, emotion swimming in her eyes. “You look just like her,” she whispered with a quivering chin. She was a plump woman with blond hair tied in two long, thick braids. “How would you know?” I kept my tone even, neutral. She blinked, sniffing a few times until her eyes cleared. “Millicent Fairweather was my best friend since we were three years old. I don’t even remember meeting her; sh