Chapter 86: Madison

Liberty calls to me through the monitor. “Ma-Ma.”

I want nothing more than to sleep late today. The adrenaline high of the World Series game took hours to fade. I wrote until two a.m. knowing Liberty rarely sleeps past seven.

I’m surprised to find Trenton already up and working in the kitchen as Liberty and I enter.

“Good morning,” he greets without looking up from the laptop and legal pad in front of him on the table.

“It won’t be good until after 10 or several cups of coffee,” I mumble. Although I’m up with Liberty daily at 7, I am definitely not the morning person she is.

“There’s a huge article about your man on the cover of today’s paper.” He motions toward the paper opposite him on the table.

I secure Liberty in her chair and hand her a bowl of luke-warm oatmeal and a spoon, knowing full well she will opt to use her fingers instead. With coffee in hand, I focus on Hamilton’s cover story.