Ellen stood in front of the mirror, carefully brushing out her hair. Her eyes traced over her reflection, but her thoughts were far from focused on her appearance. As much as she didn't want to see Aubrey, there was no way in hell she was going to let Mason visit Aubrey's place by himself. She had a feeling that there was more to this sudden illness than met the eye, and Ellen was determined to find out what Aubrey was really up to.
She glanced down at the shirt she was wearing, the one Mason had brought back from London. It was a simple shirt, white with bold red letters that read "I Love London" across the front. Ellen ran her fingers over the fabric, a small smile tugging at her lips. It wasn't much, but it was a reminder that Mason had thought of her while he was away. And that meant something.