Mason was quite wary that morning as he had no idea what his wife was thinking at the moment, as she sat facing away from him and staring resolutely at the window. Mason gulped, when she was like to him was when she was the most difficult, mainly because he then had no idea how to handle her, and what moves to make and not make, but recounting the events that just took place, Mason could place himself in her shoes and see why she was cross. Clearing his throat, he tried to gain her attention, but it was fruitless. He let out a huge puff of breath, anything to make her turn towards him, still nothing, deciding that enough was enough, Mason turned to her, ready to plead for her mercy. He was tired of fighting. “Scarlett?” He asked tentatively, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder and found it shaking underneath his pal
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