Hera POV
My calls go through but Mason shows no signs of answering.
Left with no choice,I keep my pace, following him closely.
The highway stretches out like eternity, dark and empty. The night seems to be swallowing everything, except my pain.
My hands are sweaty on the wheel, my heart pounding as I keep my eyes on Mason’s bike.
The tears I was trying to keep at bay earlier now keep blurring my vision and I hate it that I am feeling this way.
I blink them away, trying to focus. He bypasses the road that heads to his residence and takes a turn to the docks.
Then I remember a confession he made one day. The docks are his escape zone. That place you go when you feel overwhelmed or just want to think without interference.
I keep seeing his face, the hurt in his eyes, the way he look
