Maddison
“Anything wrong?” Michael asked, touching my hair.
“Ah . . . nothing.” I smiled, realizing I had zoned out.
Sensing that I wasn’t being truthful, Michael moved closer. “You know you can always tell me anything, right? I know you’ve been through a lot, and I’m always here for you,” he said gently before kissing my forehead.
Tears fell from my eyes as I clung to his shoulders. When I felt relieved, I stood up and walked to and fro. His eyes were fixed on me with the willingness to listen.
“It’s everything . . . my parents, my life, my sister, my best friend . . . everything!” I uttered.
“Go on, Maddie. I’m all ears,” he said.
“I . . . I’ve been keeping this secret for so long, and it’s hard not having anyone to share it with.”
Michael stood up and wrapped his arms around me.
