#Chapter27 seven

Madeline POV:

My Uncle and aunts were staring at me with wide eyes maybe because I've lost all the color from my face or maybe they're waiting for me to explode like a ticking bomb.

"Madeline please turns around.” I heard the man voice.

The voice of the man who taught me to pronounce the name of my favorite players, who taught me to play, who sang with me every morning while dropping me to the school. I remember that voice because I'd been hearing it in my dreams from the day I found out he died.

Am I imagining them again? Am I hearing them because I've...