I didn't see Mason or Jennifer again until the trial, three months later.
Mason had dropped a lot of weight. He wore a plain gray jacket, his hair was cropped short, and dark hollows had set in under his eyesdark circles had set in under his eyes.
Jennifer sat across the aisle. The soft, fragile look she used to wear was gone. All that was left was pure resentment.
The courtroom screen played back the livestream of the accident.
In the footage, Hazel was pinned against the cable car window, pounding on the glass and screaming for help.
Mason stood at the edge of the platform, but he didn't move to help her. He was crouched over Jennifer, adjusting her harness. Jennifer kept fumbling the buckles, and he never once swapped her out. Then she clipped the safety line straight onto a decora
