Madeline’s POV
(One night passed)
I woke to the smell of pancakes, sugary syrup, and melted butter.
I’m not quite sure how I managed to calm myself down last night. All I know is that I wore myself out and fell asleep. The idea that Andrew is moving on from me hurts, but it stings less.
I came here to focus on my family, not Andrew.
So I straighten out my borrowed outfit and disheveled hair before making my way downstairs, following the scent of breakfast. I spot my mom with her back to the dinner table and hands busy on the stove. She flips pancakes like it’s second-nature and stacks them onto a plate.
“Good morning Madeline! I hope you slept well.”
“Morning mom. Breakfast smells delicious-”
I lean forward to grab a plate with a tower of pancakes ontop, but she snatches the oth
