Eight: Mason Crescent

Eight

Mason Crescent

I had a routine. I got up early, about six o' clock a.m. in the morning. I would do a quick workout, get showered, and then I would eat something healthy for breakfast before my driver would come and pick me up to work.

On this particular morning, I woke up and started working out. I couldn't even lift the weights. I fell to the ground, and that was the last thing that I remembered was darkness. "…Mason….Mason….Mason, please wake up."

Someone was shaking me, and I looked up into the face of my sister. Brooklyn looked at me with a worried expression. "Oh, thank goddess!" she exclaimed. "You're awake."

I raised an eyebrow. My head was pounding, and I winced as I sat up in bed. "What do you mean I'm awake? What happened?"

"You were unconscious," Brooklyn said, "and you stayed that way for two days. Mason, you know why this is happening. And you know how to fix it. You need to stop being ridiculous and be with Mia. You are doing a disservice to your daughte