Chapter 113 Madison

• Six months had passed since the night the glass shattered in Madison’s old apartment, and in that time, the world had shifted on its axis. The bruises had long since faded, replaced by a radiant glow that no amount of expensive spa treatments could mimic. Madison stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the penthouse master suite, her hands resting instinctively on the slight, firm curve of her stomach.
• if anybody told her so much can change about her life, she would not have believed it.
• She was twenty-four weeks along, and the changes were undeniable. Her breasts were fuller, her hips had softened, and there was a new, grounded strength in her posture.