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“I will fight for him, Madison.” I place the egg muffin back onto the tray, my appetite suppressed. “I will always fight for him.”
“Good,” Tillie adds, placing her now empty mug on the platter and stretching her arms over her head. “Because if there’s anyone that can tolerate Bran Bran, it’s you.”
We continue eating as Madison shares the story of when she first met Bailey. She said she was a fighter from the begi
“I’m scared, though,” she mutters, placing the breakfast platter on the floor. “She and Abel were a force. They were what love should look like, you know? That young teen love. The kind you find when you’re not like us and choose psychopaths.”
I chuckle.
Tillie chokes on her grape, banging on her chest.
Madison sighs. “But they were very co-dependent. Bishop is going to pull him in when we get back tonight. Do all of the things he should have done instead of chasing after me.”
“What happened when he came to get you?” I ask, tilting my head.
Madison winces. “It wasn’t pretty. It was the foundation being laid of a ruined castle, but we’re here. We still have a long way to go, but that’s who we are as people, as a couple. I think that’s something I need to come to terms with.” I lean back in the bed and draw my legs up to my chest. It has been almost two hours since I woke up and Brantley still hasn’t made an appearance. I’m thankful that the girls don’t ask about why he isn’t in here. I know he needs space, but how much does he need?
“All right! I have a meeting with The Lost Boys before we leave.” Tillie rolls off the bed and moves toward my door. “Honestly, I just want to be home again so we can send off our friends.”
I smile up at her. “Me too.”