Maddison's POV
Jenna’s words hung in the air, bitter and lasting. Then the warm atmosphere of the bar, clinking glasses, and muffled boom of sound all lost themselves in a gentle murmur as Maddison tried to erase those words. But already the question had crept into her mind. They finished the remainder of the drinks in thoughtful silence, and their initial easy chatter was replaced by one of thoughtful silence on Maddison's part. She then paid for the drinks, hugging her best friend Jenna very tightly before she went ahead to step out into the cold streets of the city.
The taxi ride home was a blur of street lights blending by the window. Each red light, each storefront that passed beating with Jenna's final question. IT'S NOT THE WORK MADDY. The silence of her small apartment was a reli
