Chapter 85 That's All Ill Ever Be

• Even as short of a drive it is between Grants and our home the drive seemed to be trailing on with the silence of the car. Even for me this was not working.
• “A baby. That’s exciting.” I mutter to break the silence of the car but Mason doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even pry himself from looking out the window. “Do you want kids?”
• Now that gets me a look. He swifts his head so fast I was actually worried he’d snap his own neck. The glare he gave me, answered my question without a doubt. NO. I should have known. So people can make this life work the way they want. Make a life they truly desire. Bend it to their will. Me and Mason. We aren’t one of those lucky bastards. We work with what we’re given. And children aren’t part of our story. And not even a possibility with the glare he just gave me.