Plotting Revenge

Mason

The latter might be easier for her. Then she wouldn’t have to think of me ever again. She could finally wipe her hands of us and focus on her relationship with Mark.

The thought made my aching body ache even more.

I tried to think of other things, but everything kept circling back to her.

I grimaced when we hit a bump. The car rolled up my driveway, and Benji apologized. I must have made a sound without even realizing it. Laina’s hand fell still in my hair, and she opened her door. Cool air washed in and chased away some of the fog in my head.

I rubbed at my eyes vigorously one last time and was finally able to squint them open. My lashes were thick with red.

I heard Benji get out of the car. He hurried around to my side as I forced myself to sit up. I gripped the headrest of the seat in front of me to try to stabilize my spinning head.

“Okay,” Benji breathed, looking from me to the front door. “