Memorial Day weekend, and she was looking forward to relaxing
Madeline raced up the stairs on her way to the front door. It was at the beach and the pool, catching up on sleep and writing some long
overdue notes to her mom and other family members. She'd just
completed her first week at Superlative Staffing and thank God, so far
things were going well. Isabella rather enjoyed accompanying Maddy into
the field, giving her the opportunity to watch and learn from a
professional in a "live" situation. And while the money was a big
improvement over her last job, she was determined to save as much as
possible to fulfill her dream of buying a place of her own, rather than
squander her discretionary income on frivolous things.
As she fumbled for her keys, a white package caught her eye on the
doorstep. She lifted it to find a note from Mark, along with her copy of
The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield, a book he'd borrowed from her a
few weeks prior. She hadn't actually seen him since that uncomfortable
morning-after, too embarrassed to face him in person. Thankfully, this
past week she and Isabella had spent the majority of their time on the
road, severely reducing the chances of bumping into him at their shared
office building. And as she read his hastily scribbled lines, that familiar
feeling of being doused with icy-cold water washed over her again.