Mason slumped down on the sofa in Otho’s living room. He stared at the lights in the Christmas tree, blinking when they began to blur. “Gods, I’m exhausted.”
The trip to Northfield had taken most of the day. The bank had been open, and he now had a new bank account and had been removed from the joint account he’d had with Joel. It was silly, but just knowing no one had access to the account made it a little easier to breathe despite the balance being zero.
As soon as the holidays were over and he knew where he’d be living, he’d have to change his address. For now he’d given the bank the address to the apartment he’d be leaving in a week.
“Perhaps you should’ve stayed at home.” Otho sat down next to him, the bags of groceries still unpacked on the kitchen table. “It was only yesterday yo
