Halfway down the hall, I saw her run out of that room. She was in a full sprint, running in our direction, fighting tears. Willow was right behind her. I stepped in the center of the hall to catch her, to be the shoulder she needed to cry on, but she ran right past me. I turned to chase her, but Aden caught me. “She wants to be alone,” he whispered in my ear as I struggled against him. Brady went to follow Willow, but she told him to stay with us and learn to see. “They shouldn't be alone, not with the mood Madison’s in,” I said to Aden, trying get loose from his powerful arms. “It’s not her mood you need to worry about,” Brady muttered, struggling with the idea of chasing them. “They need to work this out,” Aden said, loosening his arms. “Madison needs to wake that girl up.” “Wake her up?” Brady asked. “Yeah,” I mumbled.
