She took a step closer, squinting slightly to get a better look. Yes, it was definitely Mason, sitting at a table in the middle. And he wasn't alone. Sitting across from him, leaning in as if they were in deep conversation, was Aubrey.
Ellen's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of shock and confusion washing over her. What the hell were they doing together? Her mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation that made sense, but nothing seemed to fit. Why would Mason be here with Aubrey, looking so… comfortable?
Instead of walking away, Ellen found herself lingering by the window, her feet rooted to the spot. She couldn't just leave, not now, not when every instinct screamed at her to find out what was going on. She shifted slightly, ducking into the shadow of the wall corner where she could observe without being seen. Her grocery bags, now forgotten, lay on the ground beside her, the contents shifting slightly as they settled.
