#Chapter 92: Hiding

ELENA The breeze off the lake carried the promise of rain, but I barely noticed it as I moved through the courtyard, searching for Mason. I found him where he always went to think—on the back porch, leaning against the railing, arms crossed, gaze locked on the tree line like it might shift if he stared long enough. His face was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in the set of his shoulders. He didn’t turn as I approached. “Something on your mind?” I nodded, stepping beside him. “Have you seen Erin lately?” He hesitated—just a second, just enough. “Yeah. A few days ago.” I didn’t press. Not yet. “I’d like you to take me to see her.” He finally looked at me, brows furrowed. “Why?” “Because I think it’s time I stop guessing and start asking.” He nodded slowly, understanding without needing every word spelled out. “I’ll get the car.” *** The drive to the cottage was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Mason didn’t ask what I planned to say, and I didn