"Daisy Jade!"
"Sister-in-law, are you alright?"
Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Violet Taylor gradually refocused her thoughts.
She looked down and realized her hand was only scraped, the wound superficial, and she immediately shook her head.
Soon after, her wrist was grabbed, and she was led to the sink where the blood was rinsed off. Only then did Maxwell Hughes take a serious look at the wound.
Finding it wasn't serious, he took Violet Taylor's hand and left the kitchen, grabbed some disinfectant alcohol to clean the wound, and then applied a band-aid.
The intentness of his care made Violet Taylor lose her concentration.
In her mind, she recalled the memory that had just surfaced.
Her younger self, practicing cutting potato shreds over and over in the kitchen…
"It's too thick, needs to be more even," the voice of Amelia Charlie echoed in her ears.
