Mason didn't immediately respond to Ellen's words. Instead, he remained quiet, his gaze fixed on her, The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, softened slightly as they locked onto hers. Ellen could see the flicker of something in them—curiosity, maybe? Or was it something else? Whatever it was, Mason wasn't offering any clues.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "What about her?"
Ellen's heart thudded against her chest. She hadn't expected this conversation to go in this direction, but now that they were here, there was no turning back. She swallowed hard, forcing the words out even though her throat felt tight. "Do you still love Aubrey?"
