Nathan:
It’s been five days since Adele’s mom was murdered in cold blood. We still had no clue who did it. Even after searching everywhere, running tests and checking the knife that was found buried deep in her chest…we came up empty.
I’d never seen Adele break down like that. She cried with everything in her. Hot, silent tears. The strong, no-nonsense woman I thought I knew… she was nowhere to be found at that funeral.
But who could blame her?
It just killed me, standing there, knowing there was nothing I could do to ease her pain.
“Come on, Nathan! Hurry and take that to her already!” Madison called out, pacing in the kitchen behind me.
“I’m going, okay? Relax,” I muttered before shooting her a sideways glare as I set the last slice of apple on the tray.
It was for Adele. And hon
