Chapter Forty-one

He had a yacht.

Well, if you were looking at it from the perspective that all he had was hers, she had a yacht.

She flipping had a yacht.

Oh, mother. Days like this Maddie wished she was here to see this. To experience this. Crazy, she knew but she wished it anyways.

She wished her mother had not died in not just a toxic relationship with father, but also in a sad existence of lack. She wished that somehow her mother would have experienced fine things like this.

It would not transform the relationship with her father from toxic to healthy but perhaps it would have made the pill easier to swallow.

"Hey," Drew's voice brought her back to the present. "Are you okay? You look sad all of the sudden."

"Thinking about my mother."

He drew her into his arms and pressed a comforting kiss to her temple. "What brought it on, though?"

She pulled back to look up at his face. "I own a freaking yacht, Drew."

"What does that have to with anything?"

"Mom always wanted to hangout on a yacht. She would