(This is a different storyline)

MADISON;

My hands were shaking so bad I had to hide them behind my back.

I stood in the doorway of the living room, watching my mom completely fall apart on the big leather couch. She was crying so hard her shoulders jerked with every sob. Black mascara ran down her face in messy lines. She kept saying “I’m sorry” over and over, but the words were all broken and wet.

Victor didn’t look sorry at all.

He sat in the big armchair across from her like it was his throne. One leg crossed over the other, expensive black suit perfectly pressed, silver watch catching...