As much peace as the water and his truly magnificent boat brought me for a short time, the mood is all wrong. It’s been spoiled. So, we head back to shore, tie the boat up and head back to my apartment where Mason insists, I grab only what I need for the next few days before heading over to his place.
Our ride is full of silence. I think we’re both caught up in what comes next. Our situation is very uncertain with the possibility of danger being pretty heavily favored. We use silence as a time to process.
I’m still not sure this is the right choice to make, but it feels better than leaving and running. Staying will be hard but it might be worth it, maybe.
Now I’m lying in my new room in Mason’s mansion staring at the ceiling while he makes some calls in his study. Important calls that
