Mason
The late morning, the early afternoon sun is blinding as it shines through the swirls of angry snow and burning gray ash. Both cover me as I lay here cold and unmoving. My eyes are the only thing I seem to have control over, not even my breath seems to come as easy as it should. The way it always has.
I’ve stayed vigilant as ever as the days ticked by with only small revenge-related sabotage happening behind the scenes at Dixie. It’s made for one hell of a headache, forcing me to work extra hours even while shifting responsibilities down the chain starting with Jaxson and both our assistants. We’ve both been hesitant to hand off too much to anyone outside of us, out of fear and self-preservation.
It takes just a little thread out of place for
