We find Mason standing in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Fixed in my tracks, I stare at him as Cora quietly go sits down on a couch. My heart pulls together as I watch him. There is just something so vulnerable about him at that very moment. It is like I can see past the strict line his lips pulled into and the muscle that is clenching in his jaw. His entire body screams with tension and still, I sense his sorrow more than anything else.
I cannot help myself, there is a force within me pushing me forward. Urging me to go to him. Without trying to understand these feelings or even thinking about them, I walk to Mason. He looks my way as I walk closer and our eyes lock. Without saying a word, I wrap my arms around his waist and push myse
