Maddison
Twenty-Eight: Drake
I wake up in my bed not knowing how I got here. The last thing I remember is talking with my dad on the front porch last night. I remember laying my head on his shoulder while I cried and that was it. He must have somehow got me to my room. I’m taller than him by a couple of inches but that old wolf is still a brick wall of muscle. I stare out my bedroom window lost in a fog as the grey dawn starts to brighten. I hear a soft knock on my door. “Come in.”
Maddison come walking in and closes my door softly. She looks at me and walks over to sit next to me on my bed. She looks worried for some reason. They have only been here for a month. Which makes it a little over two months since he has disappeared. I continue to stare out the window. Worried about what Tra
