C54 ICE FIFTY-FOUR: WHEN WILL MY FLOWER BLOOM?

MADISON'S POV:

I couldn’t sleep anymore. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t exist without feeling Owen’s presence slithering under my skin.

Some nights, I swore I felt his breath against my neck—the phantom weight so real I startled awake, drenched in sweat, shaking like he stood right there.

The memories replayed on a cruel loop. His fist in my hair. His smirk, carved deep like cruelty was an art form