CHAPTER THIRTY
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2027 5:42pm
Present Day / (00:21:46:09)
Mason Slattery had never seen the darkness in the room. He’d never been depressed there, never wondered why things happened. It was that bright spot in his life. That safe place that made him forget who he was. The dream of somebody else he could have been.
Now the darkness was all he felt. The quiet. Deathly quiet.
The small sliver of sun finding its way through the heavy curtains disappeared into the leather and the wood and the books. Books he’d never read. Books he didn’t care about. Books pretending he was somebody else.
The glass sat empty on the arm of the heavy chair, a single cube of ice disappearing in the last remnants of whiskey. A wet ring smeared across the dark leather as he slid the glass bac
