In the two days since Ashley wind up dead, I had tried to get back the courage to confess to Mason. About my Papa. About the mission. About my feelings. The initial bravado I had managed to muster up while in Clara’s house had faded. No matter how hard I tried, it hadn’t returned.
Also, something had shifted with Mason. It was subtle but it was there. He barely smiled these days. The few times he did, it was a short and strained smile. He buried himself in his work, spending more hours cooped up in the office. I could count the hours we spent together on one hand.
He's on to you, Cosma
Once, he asked what I had wanted to tell him that day in his office. My heartbeat had skyrocketed and my throat dried up. His phone rang then, saving me. Giving me more time to stall. He didn’t bring i
