Anastasia sat quietly on her bed, hugging a pillow tightly against her chest. Her eyes flicked to the clock.
It was already past 10 p.m. and Mason hadn't returned. The silence in the house only made her heart beat louder.
'He's definitely furious with me. But I can't hide or keep quiet forever. I need to face him… whatever the cost.'
She stood up, pacing her room. Her fingers trembled slightly as she walked toward the door.
Moments later, the sound of a vehicle pulling into the garage broke the silence. Her heart jumped.
"That must be Mason." She whispered to herself gently.
Without thinking twice, she rushed out of her room and into the living room. She stood still, waiting.
The door opened, and in walked Mason. He looked exhausted, his tie was loosened, and his eyes had deep shadows under them.
He was halfway to the stairs when he noticed her standing there.
