Anastasia sat on her bed that night, her eyes fixed on the floor but her mind everywhere.
The walls of her room felt closer than usual. Mason still hadn't returned. The silence in the house was deafening.
"I need to talk to him tonight," she whispered to herself, gripping the edge of the bed. "I can't keep being in the dark about everything. I deserve to know what he's planning."
Her heart pounded. 'You need to be brave, Anastasia. No matter what he says, speak your mind.' She thought.
Just then, the distant hum of a car engine pulling into the garage reached her ears. Her chest tightened. She stood up quickly, brushed down her dress and stepped out.
As she walked into the living room, she could already hear Mason's footsteps approaching the door.
When he opened it, Mason was slightly startled to find her waiting. He checked his wristwatch.
Past 8 p.m. 'Why is she here?' He surprisingly thought to himself.
