A truth unveliled

Madeline studied Rosalie for a long moment, the silence filled with the weight of unspoken understanding. She saw the conviction in Rosalie’s eyes and the quiet strength in her words. Rosalie’s commitment to fairness, coupled with her unyielding loyalty to West Hills, made Madeline believe this plan had a chance—however slim—to work.

Very well, Madeline said finally, her voice carrying the gravity of the decision. Ael will get her second chance. But it’s not for her sake alone. It’s for the people she might yet help, and for the hope that even those who’ve faltered can find a way back.

She stepped closer, her gaze steady as she rested a hand lightly on Rosalie’s shoulder. You’re right, Rosalie. I’d regret not giving her this chance, even if it’s hard to admit. But it’s a fragile thing—this trust. You’ll have to be our eyes, ears, and guide as she works to rebuild it.

Madeline’s expression softened, though her resolve remained firm. You’ve proven yourself time and time again, and I trust your instincts. Just keep me informed, and don’t hesitate to bring any concerns to me directly. We’ll navigate this together, as we always do.

Her lips curved into a faint but genuine smile, a flicker of hope piercing the somber tone of the conversation. And if Ael truly means to redeem herself, then perhaps we’ll all find something worthwhile in this unexpected path. Maker willing, it won’t just be West Hills that grows stronger from it—but her as well.

Madeline stepped back, signaling the close of the discussion with a nod. Let’s move forward, cautiously but with purpose. And thank you, Rosalie. For everything. I couldn’t do this without you.

@Rosalie Rutherford