Mason heads to the kitchen as I say as nonchalantly as possible, “Hey. I think I’m going to get changed and go for a run.”

“You want me to come with you?”

“No. I’m good. I won’t be very long. I need to clear my head after all that,” I say, waving my hands at the door.

He makes his way back over to me. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Really.”

He hugs me and kisses the top of the head. “Okay, babe. Take your phone in case I need to find you.”

“Mase. I’m not going to get kidnapped. That was so six months ago,” I say, trying to make a joke. From the look on his face, I’ve failed miserably again.

“That’s not funny, Millie. Take your phone. Please.”