Lounging in the tub, I stare at the white tiles on the wall. All I feel is empty. The water is no longer hot like when I got in. It is now cold but I'm too numb to care. It has been two weeks but the ache in my heart feels fresh. I have nothing.
There's a knock on the door and I know who it is before he even speaks. He checks in on me every few hours. Even during the night. "Madison? You've been in there for hours."
Hugging my legs to my chest, I lean my chin against my knees. I want to be alone. "I'm coming in," he says, turning the doorknob.
Dominic enters the room, slowly peeking at me to make sure the important parts are covered. He slowly moves closer, sitting on the floor beside the tub. "I have good news and bad news."
"What's the good news?" I ask softly, my voice void of emoti
