Forbidden

“His majestic mansion — or as the younger Violet would’ve called it, his “palace” — looked the exact same as she remembered it, not a single new detail. Immediately as she got to the doorstep, Mr. Gray greeted with the warm smile she remembered so vividly from her childhood. He appeared to her without a notable difference — still tall and slim, with the same light gray hair and perfectly white teeth. It was as though Violet stepped right into a memory.”