“Don’t worry about her, Cece. Madelynn has had her head in the clouds a bit too much lately, it’s good to let her know her place. Let’s head home, she’ll show up whenever she wants.”
Madelynn never showed up at home that night, but Oliver barely noticed. And he definitely didn’t care.
The next morning, a security guard finally unlocked the doors to the balcony at the auction hall.
There, huddled in a soaking mess in the corner was Madelynn. Even though she was barely conscious, her body still trembled from the cold.
The guard immediately sprang into action, worried. “Ma’am? Are you okay? Did you spend the entire night here? How did you get locked out here? Ma’am? You don’t look okay. I’m calling 911 right now.”
Madelynn’s damp lashes weakly fluttered open as he gently shook her. She pressed her arm against the floor, pushing herself up with all her strength.
“I’m fine, thank you. But there’s no need.”
“How can you say that?” The guard asked. “Stay here. I’ll get a blanket and call the ambulance.”
The pain in her belly had eased. But it had rained on her all night. It was almost like even nature was against her.