Chapter 44 The Mirror Without Flinches

• Maddison's POV
• No. Not yet. She wasn't ready to blame him for this. She needed proof. Or, at the very least, some clearness. She needed to talk to the person who had heard every single chapter of Tyler Cook's sorry story from day one. The person who could chop through all the mess of emotion with a heavy dose of reality.
• Her handbag rested on a little velvet stool beside the door. Shaking, she crossed over and dug into it, her fingers curling around the cold, sleek back of her phone. She pulled it out, her thumb hovering over her contacts. She had to do this. She had to see if she was losing her mind.