Madeline’s POV
I walked into Mike’s house and took a deep breath. I was tired. There were many more customers at Seth’s diner than there were back in the diner I was working at. I worked my ass off today.
“Where the f**k were you?” I heard Janet’s voice.
I looked at her furrowing my eyebrows. Why the hell did she sound so angry?
“Answer the question, Madeline,” she said, gritting her teeth.
Anger was written all over her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed and I could see her jaw twitching. Her mouth was in a tight line. The muscles on her face were tense and rigid, and her eyes were narrowed. She was glaring at me with so much hate that I almost turned and left the house.
I saw a variety of emotions on her face. Annoyance, irritation, and rage were just some of them. Her
