Chapter 13

Three days after Mason was served, I returned to the house for the rest of my belongings. Evelyn advised me to make a list and bring someone with me. Brooke drove, with empty boxes in her trunk. I had texted Mason the time. His only response was: [I’ll be home.] When he opened the door, I saw two pairs of unfamiliar shoes in the entryway. A woman’s ankle boots sat beside the console table. Oliver’s sneakers were on the floor, the laces loose as if he had been staying there for days. "You...