I feel as if my heart rips in half as I kiss my baby girl goodbye. In 48 hours, she’s become everything to me. As one half of my heart remains at the farm with Liberty, the other half of it aches for Madison.
She slumps in the passenger seat beside me. The light that Liberty and Indie brought back to her face a day ago is nowhere to be found. The woman I love lethargically sits an arm’s length away. I feel as though I’m losing her with each mile we drive.
I fiddle with the radio. “What would you like to listen to?”
She slowly turns toward me; her beautiful blue eyes are now empty pools. I caress her cheek with my free hand, but she doesn’t lean into my touch. Glancing in her direction for a brief moment, I cringe at her haunting eyes and distant stare. I choose an oldies rock station, turning the volume down to be barely audible.