Madeline's POV
"Madeline, we need to go back to the hotel now; you need to rest, my dear, for the sake of your baby." My aunt Francine said as she caressed my back. Hunter has been bugging me to go back to the hotel so I can have a good sleep, and I could tell he asked my aunt to talk with me. I raised my head and looked at her, and I could see the smear of mascara on her eyes because, like me, she had been crying too.
"Aunt Francine, you know that I couldn't go to sleep unless I knew that grandpa was okay. My guilt is eating me up, knowing that I am here. I am alive while my grandfather is there fighting for his life because of me." I responded, and I could see how my Aunt's face fell.
"Madeline, it wasn't your fault at all. It was Kaye who shot your grandfather and not you, and it was his choice to save you. You know your husband tried to save you first, but dad pushed Hunter so he could protect both of you." My aunt said softly.
