I nodded, but I didn’t respond. It hurt too much to even attempt to talk.
“If you think you can trust her, you’re wrong.” Mason finished putting his laptop into his bag.
He was acting calm, which made the pain press even harder down on me. Sliding his bag onto his back, he went to the door, but he held it, so Logan and Summer couldn’t get in at first. I couldn’t look, but I knew he looked back at me.
“I know—f**k it. I need time.” His voice was clearer.
“Dude.” Logan knocked on the glass. “She won’t let me go for another round, so can you let us in? I’m finals-stressed, too.”
Mason didn’t let them in. He said to me, “She’s his family. Don’t assume that wasn’t a big act for you, showing that she was going against him.”
I frowned. “But—”
And it didn’t matter.
Mason opened the door, a
