Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie)

Thinking that my parents' car accident had happened over a decade ago, I let out a mocking laugh. "Is this necessary?"

"In case anything comes up, it'll be easier to contact you," he replied. His response was unexpected.

What could possibly come up after all this time? Still, I left my phone number as he had requested and then left.

With the death confirmation certificate in hand, I still needed the cremation certificate. I could only turn to Zack, but he was still ill, so I had to go to Bree instead.

"Maddie, what brings you here?" Bree was more surprised than pleased to see me.

"Bree, I have something to discuss. Let's talk inside," I said. I didn't know if it was from running around so much lately because of Ellie or my period, but I felt weak and a bit dizzy today. "Oh, sure. Let's sit over in the gazebo; it's stuffy inside," Bree said while linking her arm with mine.

I went along without thinking much of it. She had already called the housekeeper. "Xena, bring some fruit and the oatmeal I just made over to the gazebo."

Xena acknowledged, and Bree turned to me. "Maddie, you don't look well. Are you sick?"

"It's my period." I used that as an excuse.

cramps? The oatmeal will warm you up nicely. I'll ask Xena

she stood up. "Maddie, sit here

here today for a casual chat, so I stood up

of my bag. "Bree, I need

their records?" A flash of shock crossed Bree's eyes, followed by a look

on the death certificate. "My parents' house is going to be demolished. I can only sign off on it once I've completed all these procedures."

before letting go. "The document is in Zack's drawer. I'll go get it for you. Wait here for me." Bree patted my head

go inside with her and grab the document before leaving immediately. But now, it felt awkward to insist on

and oatmeal. Bree instructed her, "Add a few more spoonfuls of brown sugar to the porridge. It will make it taste better. Maddie's not feeling well because of her period." The housekeeper nodded and brought

will be upset.

that the housekeeper was afraid of being scolded

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returned with the brown sugar, added it to the oatmeal, stirred it, and then

sugar tasted great. I had plenty of it