Eden’s POV
In my final foster family before getting booted out of the system, I was always expected to do the chores. After a while it became second nature to calm myself down, to center my hectic thoughts, by focusing my energy on cleaning.
Jack always laughed when I went into my episodes of deep cleaning, and sometimes, on the days he was more disrespectful than usual, he would knock something over to cause a mess and set my nerves on fire.
I’m thankful that even though Mason isn’t a huge fan of me being in the brother’s penthouse, he steps around me as I scrub the kitchen tiles and try to lighten the dirt in the grout. My attention is threaded between too many tasks at once, my heart racing.
A suspect! They think I’m a suspect in a bank robbery!
Mason leans on the counter, careful
