Beckett POVI should leave.That’s the first thought in my head as I stand in the hallway, staring at nothing, listening to the quiet echo of her footsteps disappearing down the hall.I should grab my keys, get out, go anywhere else.Instead—“Beckett!”I close my eyes for a second.Of course.Mason.I turn back toward the living room. “What?”“Are we eating lunch or what?” he asks, sprawled across the floor like he’s been starved for days.“It’s barely noon.”“So?” he shrugs. “I’m hungry.”I run a hand through my hair, exhaling. “Yeah, alright.”I head into the kitchen, opening the fridge, not even paying attention to what I’m grabbing. Sandwich stuff. Easy.Footsteps.I don’t look.I know it’s her.She moves into the kitchen quietly, like she’s trying not to exist in the same space as me. Keeps her distance. Stays on the other side of the counter.“Does he like turkey or ham?” she asks.Not to me.Just… out loud.“He’ll eat anything,” I answer.A pause.Then she nods slightly. “Okay
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