Chapter 94: Madison

“Thoughts?” Hamilton prompts as we drive home from Athens.

What a loaded question. My thoughts. Well, right now, they are all over the place. “Part of me doesn’t believe she was poisoned. Or at least not by anyone but herself. I mean, why would anyone do it? They didn’t steal anything; her purse and phone were found still in her possession.” Hamilton nods in agreement as I continue. “I could do without knowing she was sleeping with Arnold.”

“I know,” Hamilton cringes while keeping his attention on the road.

“Honestly, I’m more upset with all she kept from me.” I lean my head against the window, not seeing the farmland passing by. “I struggled through high school then even more the past two years, and I didn’t need to. It blows my mind that she never told me. Why do you think she did that?”