The ride back was quiet, but not the good kind. It wasn't peaceful or reflective.

Mason’s jaw was tight, his eyes flicking from the road to his phone like he was trying to solve a puzzle mid-drive.

“Sorry for that,” he muttered, breaking the silence.

“For what?”

“The mood shift. I didn’t mean to react like that. I just…can't help it sometimes.”

I glanced at him. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated. “Someone’s trying to leak one of my songs. An unreleased track ...