*Isla*
Maddox went back to the dance.
I don’t blame him. I understand he needs to be there, and I understand a bit more why he didn’t tell me about Trinity, too. I have never lost someone like that before—someone I loved with all of my heart, a spouse, a mate, but I can imagine how painful it would be not only to have lost them, but to also blame myself for their death, and then to see them again.
I put myself in Maddox’s position. How would I feel if I had watched him die, thought it was probably my fault, and then saw him again in the face of his cousin?
It’s hard to say what a person would do in those circumstances, but it is easy for me to understand that it would be difficult.
For the next few weeks, I am hyperfocused on every movement Maddox makes. Which woman is he talking to?
