Natalie's POV
Another week passed.
No contact from Butcher.
And surprisingly, I was doing better.
Work was still work. Thankfully, I had the next couple of days off.
I needed to reset myself.
I'd spent the morning relaxing when my phone rang.
Violet.
“Hey, Violet! How are you?”
“Not good. Can you do me a favor?”
Her worried voice immediately caught my attention.
“Absolutely. What's going on?”
“Faith's running a fever, and she's had diarrhea. I think she's teething, but I'm worried. Can you come look at her?”
“Of course, sweetheart. I'll be there as soon as I can. Keep her comfortable and offer her fluids. If she becomes unusually sleepy or stops having wet diapers, don't wait for me. Get her checked immediately.”
“Okay. Thank you, Natalie.”
I grabbed my purse, slipped on my
