It seems the car accident left both of us with lasting effects.Mason Reed has post-traumatic stress.
This isn't about watching them be affectionate;it's about Mason Reed's karma.
If this persists,Mason Reed's future relationships will suffer.
Harper Reese returns with water,and Mason Reed's emotions stabilize slightly.
He drinks half the glass,feeling somewhat better.
"Mason,what's happePeyton every time...?"Harper Reese asks worriedly."Did you take the medicine the doctor prescribed?
Mason nodded."Yeah,I do."
"Okay then.What do you see in those visions?
"I can't make out the images;they flash too fast...just colors and outlines,"Mason Reed replies tiredly."I'm fine;just overworked.Rest will help."
"But—"
"Don't worry about it."Mason Reed interrupts,his face displeased."Rest;I need time alone."
Harper Reese swallows her concerns and leaves.
Mason Reed remains,lost in painful memories.
"Damn it!"he curses softly,eyes snapping open in frustration.
"Why her again...?"he mutters."Why always her?"
A bad feeling creeps over me.
Are Mason Reed's visions connected to me?
"Peyton..."
Mason Reed drifts off to sleep,his whisper barely audible.
But I hear my name clearly.
(Peyton's POV)
I stand frozen,staring at Mason Reed in disbelief.
Could it be that Mason Reed still subconsciously remembers me?
Are the memories he deliberately forgot still deeply buried in his mind?
He falls asleep,his brow furrowed,as if struggling with painful memories.
I float beside him,feeling conflicted.
As I ponder,I hear muffled voices from the next room.
I concentrate and manage to float over.
This time,I succeed in moving beyond Mason Reed's space.
I float to the bedroom door and peek through the gap.
Harper Reese is on the phone,speaking in a hushed tone.
“Hello?...Why no news?...Wasn’t it supposed to be foolproof?...Has that woman died?...Why the silence?...Useless!A bunch of useless people!”
Harper Reese sounds impatient and anxious.
I feel a chill run down my spine.
That woman...Is she talking about me?
Was my death not the work of Harper Reese’s father’s enemy,but her doing?
Harper Reese continues,her voice growing more irritated.
“Enough!Don’t tell me these useless things!I want results!...Money?...Don’t worry,you’ll be well-rewarded if it’s done!”
Her tone sends shivers down my spine.
If she hired someone to kill me that night but failed,why did I still die?
My mind races with questions.