Noah opened the door, not sure what to expect. The house sat silent. He’d left for two hours, just walking around the neighborhood. He didn’t want to leave, but after the way he’d set Mason off, he didn’t have a choice. With all Mason had gone through, getting so worked up would be hazardous to his health. Noah planned to head in, grab his stuff, and get out of Mason’s hair as fast as he could. He’d tell Mason about recognizing the guy in the picture, then he’d leave before upsetting Mason again.
Mason was definitely still there unless he, like Noah, had taken off on foot, because Noah had the keys for both the bike and the loaner car. He hadn’t planned to take them with him, but he’d put them in his pocket earlier. It was probably best Mason didn’t have access to storm out and maybe head
