Katherine Rossi, Mason’s mother, had stopped at the door. Long enough to hear everything.
Not all of it in clear sentences, more like fragments that landed one after another.
But then it became distinct enough that she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t understood.
Adrian’s voice, rough and frustrated.
Isabella’s steady refusal to break.
The name that kept circling the room even when it wasn’t spoken directly.
Mason.
Their mother stood there quietly, one hand still resting near the doorframe.
For a moment, it looked like she might step in, say something, fit it in the way mothers always believe they can fix things just by showing up.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she slowly stepped back.
Her expression had changed by the time she turned away from Adrian’s door, as if holding back too much f
