Mason POV
You’re his father. The words resonate through my mind, but it does not want to register.
“How … when … I don’t understand,” I stutter flabbergasted.
“Los Angelos,” she whispers and tells me how it happened. “I didn’t plan on deceiving you, but when you said Erica’s name afterwards, I …”
“I said, Erica?” I ask like a dimwit as I try to remember that night.
“Erica, it is,” she replies. “Your exact words before you fell asleep.”
“Oh, okay,” I push my fingers through my hair. “I … uhm, I need a moment.”
“Mason, I’m sorry,” Carina says as I walk out the door.
I feel like a mindless moron as I walk to the beach. I have so many thoughts and emotions that I cannot think straight. The story is farfetched; however, a lot is making sense now. How I kept having images of Carina in my
