Chapter 1225 Thanksgiving (13)

• Madison Sawyer wandered a long time before she found a quiet corner. With the night breeze on her face, she sat there blankly, her thoughts so tangled she couldn’t even tell what she was thinking.
• What now? What can I even do? Should I really give up on Chad? Should I really stop loving him from this moment on? Madison slowly lifted her hand and pressed it over her heart. She could still hear the faint but steady beat. It refused to die.
• And what about her love for Chad—would that die? She asked herself, but no answer came. The night wind skimmed over the river. Somewhere, the waves slapped at the embankment. For a split second, Madison wanted to jump, to let the rushing water take every problem far away. But she’d stared down life and death before. She knew doing that would be the cruelest thing to those still living. She couldn’t put anyone through that again.