NICOLE

Words can't describe how exhausted I feel as soon as I get to Mason's apartment.

He isn't in, and as soon as I walk in, I make a mental note to call him and ask him if everything is alright, but this disappears from my mind as soon as I recall Esmeralda, Roman, and that mansion.

I have to hold onto the kitchen island for support or I'll fall. My legs feel so weak that it makes me wonder how the hell they carried me all the way here.

The horror that is this entire situation starts ...