Madelyn kept her head down. She felt like there was an invisible weight on her chest. She wasn't sure if it was because she was overthinking or if it was because of the weather today.

She knew she wasn't sad because she didn't get messages, but because she didn't feel comfortable in someone else's house.

Even though the Jent residence wasn't great, it was still her home. The Arnold residence was not her home.

This morning, Ethan had just asked Madelyn to go see his grandmother, but she had run away. She was pretty sure he must be mad.

When she was at the Arnold residence, Madelyn always thought about things a lot when stuff like this happened.

George said, "Sir, Miss Jent is here."

Ethan responded with a nod. He was wearing a dark plaid sweater. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and lean-waisted.

The Bentley halted at the entrance, and Ethan, holding a black umbrella, walked over and opened the door. Madelyn stood under the umbrella, and the rain started to subside.

Ethan put his a