Fifty

Later that evening, Candice kept bugging him about taking her somewhere so she could clear her head. Mason didn’t have the energy to refuse. She had been clinging to him since the miscarriage, and he couldn’t bring himself to push her away... not yet.

Candice chose one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. As they sat down at the table, the waiter immediately brought out a bottle of champagne that she had pre-ordered.

"To us," Candice said with a smile, raising her glass. Mason clinked his glass against hers but remained silent. He couldn’t stop comparing Candice and Raven.

Raven. She had an easy smile with a gleam in her eyes. She wore her emotions across her face, and when she had found out about his night with Candice, the look she wore was still beautiful. Achingly beautiful. Hurt. Pain. Disappointment. All of it shattered him the way he imagined he had shattered her heart.

He wondered if she had moved on from him, was she happy without him?

"Mason, are you even list