Madeline’s heart clenched as she watched Rosalie approach, the weight of her sorrow visible in every step. The once-vibrant woman was now a shadow of herself, carrying not only the physical burden of the child in her arms but also the emotional weight of all she had lost. The sight of her, red-eyed and weary, stirred a deep well of empathy within Madeline.
As Rosalie spoke, her voice trembling with the grief she was trying so hard to contain, Madeline felt a wave of protective instinct surge through her. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped Rosalie in a gentle, reassuring embrace, careful not to jostle the baby.
@Rosalie Rutherford
As Rosalie spoke, her voice trembling with the grief she was trying so hard to contain, Madeline felt a wave of protective instinct surge through her. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped Rosalie in a gentle, reassuring embrace, careful not to jostle the baby.
Oh, Rosalie,Madeline murmured, her voice soft and filled with compassion.
You don’t need to repay anything. You’re family, and West Hills is your home now. You and little Lucien will be safe here, I promise you that.
@Rosalie Rutherford
08-22-2024, 05:20 PM
