Bryce's POV
I stood there staring at the empty studio, tasting defeat for what felt like the first time in years.
I got back in the car with a dark feeling in my stomach and called Spencer. "Find out where Hazel moved her studio to."
The whole drive home I kept picturing her in the dining room, setting a table full of food, with that soft look she used to get right before she begged my forgiveness for something or the other.
Instead, when I walked through the door, the slender figure bustling in the kitchen wasn't Hazel at all. It was Madison, with an apron tied at her waist, Layla beside her washing vegetables. Madison had taken over the cooking lately, insisting it was her way of repaying me for everything I'd done for her and Layla.
But something about it tonight made my jaw tight
