Chapter Thirty Seven

Madeline’s POV

“Alright, so I’ll let you decide if you want to sleep in the guest bedroom or your old childhood bedroom. I haven’t been there in a while so I imagine all your toys are still where you left them.” My Mom leads me up the stairs and down the hall where numerous doors are left closed, begging to be opened.

I realize just how large the upstairs floor is, and it only makes me feel worse that my Mom has to live here all alone. But, it also makes me fear and admire her more.

“I think I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom and explore my old room in the morning.” I look up, awaiting her approval.

“Sounds good, the bathroom is on the left and closet on the right next to the bed. You should be set, I’ll just bring you some of my clothes and a towel in case you need them.”

Before I could protest, she darts into another room and appears mere moments later with a set of clean clothes and a fluffy bath towel.

I didn’t expect her to be this… prepared.