Elle’s POV
The room felt suffocating.
Mason stood in front of me, eyes wide with disbelief, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I couldn’t. My mind was blank, and the weight of the past few days bore down on me, making it impossible to find the words. My body trembled, and my throat felt like it was closing up. How could I tell him? How could I explain something that made no sense to me either?
The dead flowers. The twisted doll. The note.
I blinked back tears, trying to steady myself, but when I looked at Mason, all I saw was the rage simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t just angry; he was livid. And it wasn’t just at whoever had done this—it was at me for not telling him sooner. I could feel it, the frustration pulsing off of him.
“I...I don’t know how to start,” I wh
