Madison’s POV
I stormed into the living room, heels clicking like gunshots on the marble floor that used to feel so luxurious and now just echoed how empty everything was becoming. Dad sat in his leather armchair—the one he’d bragged cost more than most people’s cars—staring at a stack of papers like they’d personally betrayed him.
The second I heard the word “bankrupt” fall from his mouth, something inside me snapped.
“Bankrupt?” I shrieked, voice climbing higher than I meant it to. “You’re joking. Tell me this is some sick joke!”
Dad didn’t even look up. “It’s not. The investors pulled out. The loans are due. We’re done, Madison. Officially done.”
I grabbed the nearest thing—a crystal vase Mom had bought on some European shopping spree—and hurled it against the wall. It shattered in
