"Third Master Keating,"
Leah Sinclair murmured, standing frozen by the door and watching the car recede into the distance.
Mason Grant saw it too. A sharp ache pierced his heart as he looked at Leah's devastated expression.
"Sis, should I give Third Master Keating a call? He's the one who... texted me just now. He said you were lost, so I came out to find you."
Leah turned to look at him. After a long moment, she slowly closed her eyes, her thick lashes brushing her cheeks. When she spoke, her voice held a barely perceptible tremble. "Don't. Getting to see him, just for a moment... that was enough."
Mason placed her shoes by her feet. "Sis, even if you go abroad, you and Third Master Keating can still be together. Why do you have to... let things get like this?"
Leah silently slipped her shoes back on. Her feet were aching, so Mason helped steady her. Just when he thought she wasn't going to answer, Leah said softly, "It's not the same."
