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Finding Madelyn
Suzette Vaughn
Galen lost her. Somewhere along the
journey of their life, which started at such a
tender age, he'd lost her. After three years in
Europe, fighting a war that wasn't
personally his, he came home to fight for
what he lost.
Madelyn Murphy enjoyed her new life far
away from memories of her drunk father,
runaway mother, and the love that left her.
Until that love sits down in her diner and
everything she ran from rushes back to
haunt her.
With memories of growing up and dreams
of growing old together bombarding them,
they have to find the truth amid a history of
lies and decide if they can even trust each
other.
Suzette Vaughn
Galen lost her. Somewhere along the
journey of their life, which started at such a
tender age, he'd lost her. After three years in
Europe, fighting a war that wasn't
personally his, he came home to fight for
what he lost.
Madelyn Murphy enjoyed her new life far
away from memories of her drunk father,
runaway mother, and the love that left her.
Until that love sits down in her diner and
everything she ran from rushes back to
haunt her.
With memories of growing up and dreams
of growing old together bombarding them,
they have to find the truth amid a history of
lies and decide if they can even trust each
other.
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The diner kitchen was little more than a dual sink, stove, oven, and ice chests. Maddy was always comfortable in the small
space, but for once, it felt like the walls were closing in around her. Even if she’d had a back door, she couldn’t slip out of it and
leave her customers with no food.
Instead, she stood over the griddle, holding tight to the counter on either side. There was no way she could stay in the kitchen
until Galen gave up and went home. Even if she could, Fredric would just send someone else. The thought sent a cold chill to
her bones.
For three years she dreamt of it almost nightly, someone showing up and dragging her back to Washington. Galen was the last
one she expected, though there had to be some reason it was him. Perhaps he’d grown a backbone. But if he had, he wouldn’t
be here in the first place. He’d have told his daddy, 'no'.
She waited a full two minutes after he’d gone out the door before sticking her head over the window, only to come eye to deep
brown eye with Frank.
“Are you gonna come tell us what that was about?”
Self-involved as she was, she hadn’t noticed him sit down. How was she supposed to tell them she was fine? Her heart hadn’t
stopped pounding since she saw Galen and it wouldn’t until he was gone. It might even take a full ocean between them to stop
the ache she was feeling. How was she supposed to stay here and not end up with Galen as a bobbing ice cube in the Atlantic?
The kitchen door felt like it was full of sand as she pushed through it.
“Morning, Frank.” She leaned on the counter to kiss his cheek.
He pulled away. “None of that now.”
He was set on that, the clear line on his forehead showing he wanted answers. It’d taken a year for her to agree to go out on a
date, but they’d learned about each other quick. Not too much, but she understood his facial expressions loud and clear.
She picked up the coffee pot. “That was an old…friend from back home, that I didn’t expect to see.”
“An old beau?” His brows rose.
She shook her head filling his cup. “Not exactly.”
“Then what is it? You kill a man and not tell us?” He joked.
She laughed. “Murder is not one of my crimes.” She took a deep breath putting the coffee pot back. “His daddy says I stole
twenty-five thousand dollars…or so.”
space, but for once, it felt like the walls were closing in around her. Even if she’d had a back door, she couldn’t slip out of it and
leave her customers with no food.
Instead, she stood over the griddle, holding tight to the counter on either side. There was no way she could stay in the kitchen
until Galen gave up and went home. Even if she could, Fredric would just send someone else. The thought sent a cold chill to
her bones.
For three years she dreamt of it almost nightly, someone showing up and dragging her back to Washington. Galen was the last
one she expected, though there had to be some reason it was him. Perhaps he’d grown a backbone. But if he had, he wouldn’t
be here in the first place. He’d have told his daddy, 'no'.
She waited a full two minutes after he’d gone out the door before sticking her head over the window, only to come eye to deep
brown eye with Frank.
“Are you gonna come tell us what that was about?”
Self-involved as she was, she hadn’t noticed him sit down. How was she supposed to tell them she was fine? Her heart hadn’t
stopped pounding since she saw Galen and it wouldn’t until he was gone. It might even take a full ocean between them to stop
the ache she was feeling. How was she supposed to stay here and not end up with Galen as a bobbing ice cube in the Atlantic?
The kitchen door felt like it was full of sand as she pushed through it.
“Morning, Frank.” She leaned on the counter to kiss his cheek.
He pulled away. “None of that now.”
He was set on that, the clear line on his forehead showing he wanted answers. It’d taken a year for her to agree to go out on a
date, but they’d learned about each other quick. Not too much, but she understood his facial expressions loud and clear.
She picked up the coffee pot. “That was an old…friend from back home, that I didn’t expect to see.”
“An old beau?” His brows rose.
She shook her head filling his cup. “Not exactly.”
“Then what is it? You kill a man and not tell us?” He joked.
She laughed. “Murder is not one of my crimes.” She took a deep breath putting the coffee pot back. “His daddy says I stole
twenty-five thousand dollars…or so.”
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