Chapter 84 The Brunt of My Anger

"Let's go, Ash," I said as I showed him my phone. "My mom’s mad. She’ll probably scold you later, so prepare your ears. Mason experienced it once." Based on her text, my mom seemed furious. She practically wanted to drag me through the phone to where she was now… if that were even possible. I was about to head out when a picture frame caught my eye. It showed a man with his back turned, his face slightly visible in profile. It was a side-angle shot, and he was far from the camera, so I couldn’t make out his face clearly. It looked like a candid shot of him walking through a forest. He wore a blue long-sleeved polo shirt and black jeans… and he looked carefree. For a moment, I thought he looked familiar. It was as if we were the same age in that photo. I was about to approach it, but Ash suddenly took the picture frame and, with a frustrated motion, placed it inside one of the cabinets in Mason’s living room. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him intently. His chest rose and fell as he