“Don’t, Nina. Why are you bringing this up? I don’t want a lecture on my dad right now,” he snaps.
I sit back affronted. What on earth? “I wasn’t giving you a lecture. But I think you should give him a call.” I roll my lips. “Scar told me about the transplant.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking to the ceiling. “You don’t need to worry yourself with it. Let me deal with my own shit.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Why are you getting angry?”
“Because you think you always know best about him but you don’t. You don’t even know him, and I’m not interested in continuing this conversation after just getting in the door.”
“Okay,” I say, shocked at his outburst.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, not looking at me. “I’m going to go shower. Have you eaten?”
I sit cross-legged with my back to him, staring at the coffee table, tears staining my face and dripping onto my leggings.
“Nina.”
“What?” I snap.
“Whatever.” He huffs and takes off towards the stairs.
Mase
My jaw clenches tight as I lean my arms against the shower wall, the water cascading down my back.
I clench my eyes tight as I think back to everything Lance told me this afternoon. Cara is back in Australia. She sold the studio, and I seem to have more control than ever.
For nearly two years, it’s all I’ve wanted, yet now I have it; my world feels like it is slipping through my fingers.
I stare down at the tiles, watching as the water runs down the drain.
Because the woman I love, the woman who still tries to put on a brave face for me, tries to fix me, she sits on my sofa none the wiser to who I am and what I have done.
And I have no idea how to face that.
Nina
After last night’s argument, I found myself waiting for Mason to come find me. He didn’t. I spent the entire night in the spare room.
I need him.
Probably more than I care to admit, and he hasn’t been here.
It has me questioning everything I thought he was.
Everything I thought we were.
I stare down at my bangle.I promise you forever, my Pixie.
My head hits the back of the seat, and I tell myself I’m doing the right thing. I have to push my own problems to the back of my mind right now. Mason has a lot going on, and I want to be there for him.
It’s why I’m in a taxi and on my way to Lowerwick. I want to do something, something that will take my mind off of the studio, and something that will allow me to be there for Mason’s family while he can’t.
After contacting the girls from the studio, I felt reassured. They all vowed to practice at home until I found a space, but I know the more days that tick by, the lesser our chances are at winning the showcase. Losing the studio couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Henry picked up work with his dad on a building site for the time being. He’s a chilled guy and didn’t stress that he was out of a job. And Logan has been on the phone constantly worrying about me. Unlike Henry, he doesn’t have a job or any idea what he’s going to do, but his only concern is how I am.
I hope we can find somewhere with a similar set up for both of our sakes.
