Madison Point of View

I didn't know how many days I had been away from home, and even though the emotional pain was consuming me, I knew I wouldn't be coming back.

I looked at the screen of my laptop, right in my email, where there were hundreds of messages from Maximilian begging me to give him the opportunity to speak. One after another, he explained that he just wanted to protect us, that he had made a mistake in yelling at me, as always, and that this time he promised not to do it again. But Maximilian was the least reliable man when it came to keeping his promises....