Crossed Paths

The car was quiet as Mason drove away from the cemetery. Ellen sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts.

She noticed how tense Mason was, gripping the wheel hard and clenching his jaw while keeping his eyes on the road. Mason was still feeling all the stuff from the day, and Ellen could tell he needed a distraction—something to pull him out of the dark thoughts.

She glanced at him, then spoke softly. "Hey… can we go somewhere else? Just… spend the weekend together? Away from the house?" 

Mason raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on the road ahead. "Somewhere else?" he asked, sarcasm creeping into his voice. "Do you have another place you want to take me without my consent?" 

Well... Ellen could totally see why Mason would be a bit annoyed with her for making him visit his family, something he clearly wasn't into.