Madeline’s POV
Rays of mellow sunlight filtered through the verdurous canopy as the sun disappeared beneath the tops of the pines and I felt the last warmth of the day wash over my face. Once again, I was lying in my favourite spot on the mossy-green carpet of the forest floor, looking up at the branches overhead that were woven together almost like fabric. The brilliant colours of the leaves were golden hues and vibrant oranges, bringing warmth to the chilly autumn breeze. This was my happy place.
Cora thought I was crazy for spending all my time out here in the forest alone, but in all honesty, it had been my saving grace. Here, I was free to feel, to cry, to curse, to overthink. I felt like I may have lost my mind in these woods, but I had definitely found my soul.
When I first woke
