Mason disappears into whatever area he’s commandeered in the bowels of the yacht to work when he has to. He never tells me what he’s working on, and I don’t ask. He, on the other hand, questions me about that Friday night six years ago. Sometimes, he’s subtle. Other times he demands to know every single detail. I hate myself for withholding that final part of jagged jigsaw, but I tell myself there’s no need for him to know. I also know he’s gathering the information I give him. Most likely to find who’s behind the emails. I let him. My past will inevitably rise up and slap me in the face. But for now, I’m living in the present. I also don’t ask why he keeps ignoring Cassie’s phone calls. They’ve graduated from three or four a day, to almost hourly now. He always checks to see whether she’s left a message. She never does. Wondering what the hell her deal is looms larger and larger in my mind, but I refuse to give it voice. I want nothing to take up extra room in the Mason & Keely Temporary Bliss Shuttle.
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