The boys sit at the table talking as I wash the few dishes that we used. I don't mind it because I wanted to get away from them. "Need any help?" Dominic asks from behind me.
"No," I respond, keeping my attention on the dishes.
"Are you okay, Madison? You seemed different at the table."
"I'm fine."
"I know you better than that," he responds softly.
"Fine. I don't think it's a good idea for us to continue hanging out and talking as much as we do."
"What?" he asks in confusion. "Where did this come from? Is Owen making you do this?"
"No. It just makes things more complicated and trust me, they're complicated enough."
"Madison, did I do something wrong? We were fine before this. In fact, we were great. You were on better terms with me than him."
Placing the last dish on the drying ma
