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“I can’t help it, they’re my favorite.” Alissa shrugged and got back in the car to eat the rest of her tacos.

We pulledinto the driveway a little while later. Mason and I started to load our arms down with groceries.

“I’m stuffed, I’m going to go take a nap. You guys got this, right?” She pointed to the groceries before walking inside empty handed.

If looks could kill, Alissa would’ve been a goner.

“I will get the rest,” Mason said as I began to put up some of the food.

After thirty minutes of putting up groceries, we were finally done.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water when Mason’s phone rang. “Hello? Yes, this is Mason Reynolds.”

He was quiet for a few minutes and he looked worried. I took a seat next to him and drank my water while studying his expression.

“Okay, I will be right there.” Mason ended the phone call and stood, reaching for the keys.

“What’s going on?”

“Nicole was in a hit and run. She’s in the hospital, come on.”