A Box
After three peaceful days at the beach house, Mason and Ellen had returned home. The soft sand, the sunsets, and the quiet moments they shared were already starting to feel distant, especially now that Mason was back at his desk, trying to refocus on work. But it wasn't easy.
Mason's fingers danced on the desk as he tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of him. The numbers blurred together, and he realized he hadn't been able to concentrate for the past hour. He sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.
His thoughts always circled back to the same thing: the freak who had broken into their home. The police were still working on it, but so far, there had been no leads. Mason just wanted the person caught. He wanted Ellen to feel safe again, to sleep through the night without waking up at the slightest sound, fearing that someone might be in the house. She tried to hide it, but he knew.