MASONWhat the actual hell were they doing here? And why the fuck was my Audrey with my mom?“Mason,” my mom said. Her voice was syrupy sweet, but her smile? Tight enough to slice glass. “Where have you been?”I blinked. “Seriously?”Audrey was already pacing, arms crossed, her mouth pinched in that way she got when she was either about to cry or scream—or both.Her heels clicked with every pass, a little louder than necessary, like she wanted me to hear every ounce of her frustration in stereo.I shut the door behind me, leaning against it like I needed backup. “Okay. What is this?”My mom stood up fully now, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from her blazer. “It’s a conversation.”“No,” I said, walking further into the room. “It’s an ambush. You,” I nodded to Audrey, “aren’t supposed to be here. And you,” I looked at my mom, “know this is my private space.”Audrey’s voice cut in before my mother could reply. “You didn’t come home, Mason.”I didn’t respond.She took a shaky breath, eyes
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