Madeline pushed her way into the corridor leading to her New York place, a tiny apartment in the middle of Manhattan—a little shoebox that her journalist earnings could afford.
She stood in front of the door, hesitant to open it. It was too quiet for her liking. So quiet she could hear herself breathing.
Just two years ago, this was her home. It was more like a shelter than a home. She hung out with Jo, her best friend, whenever she wasn’t working on a case.
She had dated many men before Ciaran. She had been in relationships. But since she had been with him, Ciaran’s life, his businesses, his vision, and his friends had become hers.
Now their relationship was over. She was supposed to be back to her normal life. But she didn’t know what a normal life was anymore.
Jett might be right.
