We kept her room untouched, convinced she'd be back any day.
But as the days dragged on, dust settled on her luggage, and the room stayed empty.
The house grew deathly quiet, the kind of silence that makes your skin crawl.
Mason's smile disappeared, and I buried myself at the office, anything to avoid coming home to that emptiness.
Then, out of the blue, Mason came down with a fever.
His body was burning hot, his face bright red.
Despite feeling like crap, he threw a fit: “No healers! I want Ellie! I'm dying over here, and she's MIA? Does she even care?”
His voice was weak, a far cry from his usual sass.
The servants panicked and called Diana.
She tried to help him up, but fumbled.
Mason's head smacked the bedframe, and a huge bump popped up. T
ears welled in his eyes.
“You suc
