Tate was down stairs. Violet knew he was dead. Tate felt something in this stomach, he felt weird. Something’s happening to violet. He would feel when she was up to something, he didn’t know why, maybe because he was so connected with her. Tate ran up the stairs…
" come here" he said walking over to her and grabbing her hand and pulled her up, he held her side and walked her to her bed. Making her lay down, he put a blanket over her and crawled into the bed, rapping a arm around her body, kissing her head.