Chapter 22: Noah

I brought tulips this time. Another one of her favorites. They were as white as the dress she’d worn the last day I ever saw her. 

The graveyard was empty today. It just reminded me that once you weren’t around anymore, people simply forgot and moved on with their lives. 

Since the incident in the kitchen with Madison, I hadn’t seen much of her. She avoided me like the plague now—even more than she had before. Just this morning, she’d been about to walk into the kitchen to make coffee but made an impressively quick pirouette the moment she spotted me, and ran back up the stairs.

The atmosphere in the house—well, the second I entered it anyway—was unpleasant and awkward. Even with Chris things had gone sour, likely because I’d chased him away to his room  when I wanted to be alone with Madison.

And because of all this, I went back to avoiding going home early from the office again, constantly finding all kinds of excuses to stay and work late.