It was a second chance. She'd do it right this time.
Mason was looking at her with resolve. She could see it so clearly now. He was fighting between doing what was right and doing what was right for him.
She tried to stop him from saying it. “Three years. Let's give it three years.”
Her perspective shifted, and she watched the scene play out as an ethereal observer in the room. She watched as joy overcame her, lighting her face like a full moon on a crisp, clear night.
Tell him no, her disembodied self willed her physical self. Tell him you don't want him to change anything! That you’re happy with the way things were. She watched helplessly as she danced with Mason and felt the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. Then he left with Kane.
Leave, she warned her past self. There's not
