5
Mason stared up at the ceiling of his crappy studio apartment. Every time he tried to tell himself he should move some place new, he remembered the look in Megan’s eyes when she realized she was going to die. And that he was the one who took her life. He didn’t deserve more than the shithole he lived in, and he never would.
If he ever thought about moving again, all he needed to do was remember seeing Bernadette and those thoughts would go away.
He didn’t blame her for her anger. She had every right to feel it. He bounced between anger and shame most days. But the last couple of years working with F-BOMB started to give him a chance to feel useful again. Like he was making a difference in the world.
But Bernadette with her auburn hair and her dark brown eyes… she and Megan could have
