It’s been forty-three days since Violet vowed to stop hurting herself.
Forty-three days of working behind the scenes at her high school theater.
Forty-three days of secretly yearning to take to the stage and make her commercial-pilot mom proud.
But on the biggest night of Violet’s life, her mother’s plane disappears without a trace.
Worse, investigators believe one person is to blame. Violet’s mom.
Desperate to find her mom and prove her innocence, Violet races to solve the mystery, even as the search reveals family secrets better left behind the curtain.
Everything ends. I knew that, but it didn’t make it easier.
I clutched the dark curtain and poked my head out ever so slightly. If you can see the audience, they can see you, which is like, totally illegal in theatre. You get thrown in stage crew jail if that happens. But it was the last five minutes of the fall play, my last play ever. Okay, maybe not ever, but at least in high school.
My family sat in the middle row, center. My older sister, Savannah, thumbed through the Playbill. Looking for my name, maybe. Next to her, my Dad’s eyes darted around the set, no doubt taking in the designs I made. It had taken me hours to paint the grand staircase they wanted for the backdrop, but I got to use acrylic paint, which costs way more than what I earn working at the local pickle store after school (yes, we have a local pickle store. Don’t ask). And my mom –
Where was Mom?
An empty seat sat next to Dad.
Maybe they weren’t sitting together. That was our new normal.
Either way, she better get back soon. I didn’t want her to miss my bow.