Chapter 103

“I’d already been to work? How come I don’t remember? Dammit. I hate this.” Mason paced around the room.

“You’d left about three hours before me, and the police think, from the blood on your wound, the accident probably happened within a half hour span.”

The way Mason’s hands continued to fidget told of his restless state, but he sat on the couch anyway. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “I made it to work.”

Noah remained quiet. He walked over to one of the seats, moved the chair across from Mason, and sat down.

For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was their breathing.

“I’m there,” Mason said, breaking the silence. “I can see myself in the parking garage. Something about that’s important. Something about me sitting there. Dammit. I can’t figure out what it is.”

“Relax, Mas. It’s coming. You’ll figure it out. Try not to force yourself. It’ll come back soon enough.”