“I’m sorry for your loss,” Dad said.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
We ate in silence for a bit, using the food as a distraction. At least I was, because I barely tasted it. Dad ventured to speak to Mason again. “Regarding college, there are many options available, from scholarships to financial aid.”
“Oh, she’s far from out of money,” Mason assured him. “There was quite a lot of it. We had an estate with a live-in housekeeping staff.” His gaze slid toward Mom again, but she was listening with a pleasant expression on her face.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that paying for college won’t be a concern,” Dad said. “Do you know what you want to study?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Mason replied. “Maybe photography.” He looked directly at”
“me then, and my heart seized.
“Photography?” Dad questioned
