Caleb shook his head slowly.
“I honestly don’t know.”
Then his expression changed slightly.
“But maybe it’s time we asked him ourselves.”
***
An hour later, Caleb drove us to the correctional facility two towns over.
Taylor stayed in the car while Caleb and I went inside for the visitation.
“Why would Mason do something like that?”
The entire drive there, my stomach stayed in knots.
Part of me expected Mason to look terrifying after everything I’d heard about him over the years.
Instead, when he walked into the visitation room, he just looked tired and older than his age.
The second he saw me sitting beside Caleb, his face fell completely.
Nobody spoke at first. Then I leaned forward and asked the only thing I cared about.
“Why did you do it?”
Mason stared at the table for several seconds, clearly aware that the jig was up.
Part of me expected Mason to look terrifying.
“It wasn’t intentional. When I was 14, I used to sneak around neighborhoods at night doing stupid things. That night, I saw the garden gnome outside your house and walked over to look at it. Then I noticed the kitchen window was cracked open.”
