Chapter 170 The Journalist

• "You look like shit." Madeleine pushes past me and the half open door to make her way inside the dark living room.
• "What are you doing here?" I ask, reluctantly turning on the lights, knowing I look exactly like shit as she said.
• Madeleine is more than an acquaintance, I would say we have a friendship of sorts. We have kept in touch over the years since my debut, she invited me to her wedding three years ago. She is a wildly interesting woman with a diverse group of friends. Artists and writers and everyone in between. She is also three years older than me. There might be some kind of maternal undertone to our relationship, but it isn't weird. I like her.