Chapter 11
I couldn't watch him look at her anymore. The sheer, naked agony on Mason’s face as the silver car melted into the city traffic was too intimate, too raw, and too heavy a burden for a ghost like me to witness. Slowly, carefully, I backed away into the deepest shadows of the pillars, turning my back on his silent grief. I hurried down the dark pavement toward the bus stop, my heart hammering a frantic, guilty rhythm against my ribs.
When I finally reached my house, the suffocating atmosphere of the living room didn't even register. I slipped past my mother’s sleeping form like a thief, collapsed onto my thin mattress, and stared at the ceiling until the dark hours of the night bled into the cold light of Tuesday morning.
I arrived at the corporate headquarters the next day wit
