MADELINE'S POV
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Thursday rolls around faster than I had expected, and to my surprise, Atlas and I moved on from our little squabble before we even got into bed, but what he said still haunts me, still lingers in my mind, keeping me up at night. How can he not care about Jaxon at all? He'd rather not have him by his side even if he died. What could Jaxon have done to make his brother feel like that?
I know better than to pry myself into the lifes that aren't mine. I shouldn't do it. But how else could I fix something when I don't know what happened?
I stride into the main kitchen of this mansion. It's large, almost larger than our suite. The kitchen island is long right in the middle, three stoves and large ovens. Five fridges, five freezers, five drying racks for meat. There's cupboa
