The dream changed.

Violet had stopped by to speak to the priest on the way to the shop. He was the only man who knew about her identity. At eighteen, Violet knew she was getting ready to leave home. It was getting scarier trying to hide from the men who came to her mother. The schooling she'd taken would get her by. Checking to make sure no one was watching, she let herself into her home. For as long as she could remember, she'd always been watching. To make sure no one would see her. A dirty secret, she had to be kept locked up.