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FIFTY TWO – A DIFFERENT MASON

MIRA

I jolt awake, slightly disoriented.

I heard something.

The room is pitch black and silent. The drapes are pulled closed, blocking any form of light from coming in.

"No…no, leave me."

I freeze. There it is again. I feel around for Mason. Sure enough, he's right beside me. The sounds of his gentle breathing fill the room, instantly soothing my jangled nerves.

"No! I want mummy!"

Dutch!

Eyes wide, I look around, searching for the source of the sound. A few short paces away, something glows in the dark.

I pull the sheets away with shaky fingers and get to my feet. Stunned, I realise that I am completely naked. I grab a robe from a chair in the corner and hastily stab my hands through the sleeves, padding in the direction of the glow.

"No, please!"

His voice sounds so broken, so guttural, it tugs at my already weary heartstrings.

The glow turns out to be Mason's phone. Some sort of monitor recording shows Dutch, trashing atop his little bed. I pick the device up, trying to understa
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