Allan invited us to his house, as much as he would have liked not to but he didn’t have much of a choice. His wife Madeline joined us, “hello, could I offer you some water, tea or maybe some lemonade? It’s the best considering the weather.” Madeline offered as she walked into the massive living room.
“Honey, they’re here about Azalea.” Allan said and Madeline’s smile immediately fell.
“We recently visited Rose Lockhart who told about what happened with her aunt Noelle and when we dug a little deeper we found out about the payments you made to help her with her farm.” I said, “but Rose wants to see her child.”
“Please don’t take her away from us. She’s all we have she’s our daughter.” Madeline pleaded.
“If it’s money you want just name the amount and I’ll pay you.” Allan jumped in. I st
