Sitting on the edge of Violet's small bed, I stared at the notebook in my trembling hands. The childish handwriting blurred as tears filled my eyes once more. My throat tightened with each page I turned, revealing my daughter's innermost thoughts.
"Dear Diary," one entry read in crooked letters. "Daddy promised to come to the Moonlight Fair for my birthday! Mommy says I need to rest because I'm sick, but Daddy will make me better. He always says I'm his strong little wolf."
I traced the words with my fingertip, remembering how Violet's eyes had lit up when Julian made that promise. A promise he'd broken like so many others.
