The window was lowered halfway and Mason’s arrogant face could be seen. He wore a black and white suit, as though he had attended a formal function. He looked very relaxed, which made Zoe look worse in comparison.

They locked gazes silently on the rainy night. Zoe’s lips were trembling from the cold. She wrapped her hands around her violin tightly as if it were the last glimmer of hope in her otherwise bleak life.

It was clear Mason was giving her an opportunity. All she had to do now was to