Chapter 341

MASON King is going through his emails on his laptop, chewing on his lip and looking adorable. Thanks to Elijah’s glowing recommendation, alongside the fact that my boyfriend is incredibly good at his job, he’s been inundated with work and is able to cherry-pick the cases he wants to take on. While he’s still recovering, he’s agreed to focus on the less dangerous ones. No hunting down murderers for a while at least. I zip up my hoodie and his head snaps up. “Where are you headed?” I’ve been preparing myself for this conversation, but I’m still anxious about having it with him. And I have no idea why. I’m certain he won’t have an issue with it. Maybe because I still don’t identify as a “survivor of sexualabuse,” or maybe because I should have told him before now. I drop onto the sofa beside him. “I’m going to my support group.” He blinks. “Support group?” I nod. “It’s for male victims of abuse—or survivors, I’m told is the appropriate term. I’ve been going for a couple of months. This w