Chapter 4

I'd been watching Madison for days now, cataloging her every move with the precision of a scientist. It was a strange sort of detachment I felt—observing the woman who had stolen my life while I played the part of the willing doormat. The role was exhausting, but necessary. Every smile I forced, every 'yes, of course' I uttered was another brick in the foundation of my escape.

Madison had taken over our kitchen like she'd taken over everything else, spreading her expensive supplements and prenatal vitamins across the counter in a display that seemed more for show than necessity. I…