Thirty-Five and a Half Conspiracies
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Oh, God. I clambered to my feet and grabbed his arm, frantic. “I was desperate, Mason. I know it’s no excuse. None.”
He looked down at me, his face twisted with heartbreak. “I was the assistant district attorney, Rose,” he said, his voice cold. “I was your boyfriend. Why wouldn’t you come to me?”
I took a step back. “I don’t know.”
He broke down again, covering his forehead with his hands and crying for several seconds before he dropped them and stared at me. “I can forgive you for everything else, but I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.”
“Mason!” I broke down, anew. “I’m so sorry.”
“You keep saying that, Rose.” He put his clenched fist over his chest, trying to catch his breath. “You keep saying you’re sorry, but my heart is still broken.”
I fell into my chair, trying to settle down. “Mason. Please. I’ll do anything. I don’t want to lose you.”
He shook his head. “I think it’s too late.”
“No.” I stood again and grabbed his arm with new determination. “Don’t say that. You said you love me. Remember?” I smiled through my tears. “It can’t be too late.”
He gently pushed my hand off his arm and took a step back. “Maybe love isn’t enough.”
I broke down again. “Mason, just please give me another chance. I can’t lose you. Please.”
He started to cry. “I need time. I need more time to think this through.”
I grabbed onto the sliver of hope he gave me like a drowning man to a log. I nodded, trying to catch my breath. “Okay. Time is good.”
He stared at Bruce Wayne’s desk. “I’m going by the farm to pick up some of my things.”
His words sunk deep into my bones. This was really happening.
But maybe Joe was right. Maybe it was time for me to face the consequences of my actions. And maybe Jed was right too. Something better would be built from the pieces. Even if it ripped my soul to shreds. “Will you stay with your mother?”
“That might be kind of awkward with Neely Kate there.”
“She can stay with me.” To my chagrin, I started to cry again.
“No,” he said quietly. “I’ll just stay in a motel for a few days. I’m upset with my mother too.” He turned to face me, looking like he was about to say something, then shook his head. “I need to go,” he said, wiping his face. “If you need me, you know you can call me. And if you find yourself in a dangerous situation, call Joe.”
I didn’t answer. I just watched him walk out the door. He needed time, and I’d give it to him.
For once, I hoped time was on my side.
He looked down at me, his face twisted with heartbreak. “I was the assistant district attorney, Rose,” he said, his voice cold. “I was your boyfriend. Why wouldn’t you come to me?”
I took a step back. “I don’t know.”
He broke down again, covering his forehead with his hands and crying for several seconds before he dropped them and stared at me. “I can forgive you for everything else, but I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.”
“Mason!” I broke down, anew. “I’m so sorry.”
“You keep saying that, Rose.” He put his clenched fist over his chest, trying to catch his breath. “You keep saying you’re sorry, but my heart is still broken.”
I fell into my chair, trying to settle down. “Mason. Please. I’ll do anything. I don’t want to lose you.”
He shook his head. “I think it’s too late.”
“No.” I stood again and grabbed his arm with new determination. “Don’t say that. You said you love me. Remember?” I smiled through my tears. “It can’t be too late.”
He gently pushed my hand off his arm and took a step back. “Maybe love isn’t enough.”
I broke down again. “Mason, just please give me another chance. I can’t lose you. Please.”
He started to cry. “I need time. I need more time to think this through.”
I grabbed onto the sliver of hope he gave me like a drowning man to a log. I nodded, trying to catch my breath. “Okay. Time is good.”
He stared at Bruce Wayne’s desk. “I’m going by the farm to pick up some of my things.”
His words sunk deep into my bones. This was really happening.
But maybe Joe was right. Maybe it was time for me to face the consequences of my actions. And maybe Jed was right too. Something better would be built from the pieces. Even if it ripped my soul to shreds. “Will you stay with your mother?”
“That might be kind of awkward with Neely Kate there.”
“She can stay with me.” To my chagrin, I started to cry again.
“No,” he said quietly. “I’ll just stay in a motel for a few days. I’m upset with my mother too.” He turned to face me, looking like he was about to say something, then shook his head. “I need to go,” he said, wiping his face. “If you need me, you know you can call me. And if you find yourself in a dangerous situation, call Joe.”
I didn’t answer. I just watched him walk out the door. He needed time, and I’d give it to him.
For once, I hoped time was on my side.
