Tears well in my eyes, and in that moment, I know in my heart that I am going to forgive Lennox.
“What does it say?” Claire asks.
I turn the phone around, and she leans forward and squints.
After she’s done reading the text, she sits back and says, “I only have one thing to say, Madison.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Go get your man, girl.”
I don’t even need any prompting, ’cause that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Ishouldn’t have sent that text. I haven’t heard anything back. Madison is probably angrier than ever with me.
I can’t blame her. She did say not to contact her in any way, shape, or form.
Did I listen?
No.
“Fuck, you’ve probably blown it for good,” I chastise myself as I pace around my living room.
The golf game ended a while ago. I won, and we beat the rain. The storm is still brewing, though. In fact, it’s getting closer and closer. There’s a lot of thunder and lightning, and the skies are so dark that it looks like nighttime out there.
I even had to turn on a lamp.
Damn, this storm is going to be a bad one.
Bring it on.
I am so fucking restless and hyped right now, hence the pacing.
I want a big storm. I feel like one is building in my own body. I am so frustrated, and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I can’t lose Madison for good.
I just can’t imagine life without her.
She makes everything better.
Okay, you need to stop this.
Plopping down on the sofa, I turn on the TV and start flippingthrough the channels. Nothing holds my interest, though. Not even when I come across hockey highlights, which I usually love to watch.
There’s even a highlight reel from the Bears featuring one of my most recent goals, a pretty cool one at that.
But even that can’t distract me from obsessing over Madison.
That’s it!
I can’t go on like this any longer.
I flip off the TV and stand up.
There may be a storm on the way, but I don’t care.
I have to get out of this house.
