Maddison's POV
And not just that Brooke was staring, she was staring with full attention. There was nothing friendly in her eyes, no relaxed surprise. Her face was a mask of intense, focused thought. She placed her lips in a tight, tight line. It was the image of an animal looking for its prey as it had just come across its prey, and this latest photo sent a shiver down Maddison’s spine.
This was not new. This was not one of those sudden things, and the picture in her hand was not a happy photo of a happy couple; it felt as though it was a snap of an ongoing pursuit.
The last remnants of pity in Maddison's heart for Tyler dissolved, replaced by a bitter realization that she was no victim of a weakness of the moment. She had been the target. A piece to be moved and was eventually moved.
