Chapter 40
Sage shut Mason’s bedroom door harder than she intended. The sharp thud echoed down the empty hallway like a gunshot before the house swallowed it back into heavy silence. She leaned against the cool wood, eyes squeezed shut, and let out a long, shaky breath.
“God… they’re all so f*****g exhausting.”
The whisper barely left her lips, but it carried the weight of every buried frustration. She hated this house and the ghosts that lurked in every corner.
She hated the way Mason still looked at her—like she owed him answers after six years of silence. Most of all, she hated herself for still caring, for the traitorous pull in her chest that refused to die. The way he stared like he was helpless…no…she wasn't going to think about it right now.
“f**k them all.” she thought bitter
