C73 ICE SEVENTY-THREE: CUFFED.

MADISON’S POV:

I couldn’t stop crying.

Not the quiet, shaky kind of tears you can hide behind a sleeve. No, this was the ugly, trembling, gut-wrenching kind. The kind that made my chest ache and my throat raw. The kind that left me gasping for air like I’d been drowning for hours.

Every time I blinked, I saw it again, Thane kissing Harper. His hands on her waist. Her in his shirt