Your ex wasn’t the best woman, and she definitely didn’t take care of your daughter despite being her mother.

“Pack your things.” She told the young girl.

Violet didn’t know what was happening, so she picked up her toys and began walking back to her mother. However, your ex smacked the toys from her hands.

“I meant your clothes, Violet! God, do I have to spell everything out for you?” She snapped as Violet grabbed a few spare clothes and put them into the bag.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t even care to take Violet to your place. She simply dropped her off at a restaurant and left.

Violet, for her part, sat at a table and waited for you to arrive. She had no idea what was going on, but she thought it was best to just stay put.