C71 ICE SEVENTY-ONE: CALLED A THIEF ONCE MORE.

MADISON'S POV:

The drive to Thane's felt both too long and too short. Sawyer dropped me at the gate with another hug, another reminder that I was going to be okay.

I stood at Thane's door, my hands fidgeting around the preserved roses he’d once given me—three fragile symbols of a love I was desperate to keep alive. I'd kept them safe through everything. They were a symbol of our love