Chapter Seven: One Day
Amy sat on the grass outside her home.
Their home.
She had, at long last, gotten what she wanted.
The price of it all plagued her constantly.
She never got to say goodbye to Gem and Golden, but maybe it was for the best.
She got to see her old friends again, but soon, she hid herself from them as well.
One day she'd be able to face her past. For now, she'd enjoy the warmth her husband provided and the joy her son readily gave.
"Mommy, come inside; Daddy's burning the carrots!" Little Violet laughed and rushed back into the house.
Amy giggled to herself and got up to her feet.
As she was fixing the problem caused by her soot-faced husband, the phone rang. Amy wiped her hands and went to answer it, immediately going stoic when she heard a familiar voice.
"Uh, hello? I'm looking for a girl who used to go by Diamond, is this her residence?"
Amy spaced out for a second before answering. "Sorry, but Diamond has been dead for some time now."