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than Spencer, he was still half a foot taller than Sara and she had to look up to meet his eyes. They were the color of wine and revealed nothing.
    “None taken.” He stepped forward until Sara had to move back or be sandwiched against him. She moved.
    Spencer gave her an apologetic look as he followed the guy into her house. Sara closed the door, stunned at the man’s audacity.
    “We never got the chance to be properly introduced the other day,” he said, turning to face Sara.
    The featureless man from Wyalusing State Park now had a face. It was sharply angled with a long nose and thin lips. It wasn’t handsome, but it was arresting.
    “Who are you?” Sara tore her eyes from his and frowned at Spencer. Spencer wouldn’t meet her eyes. Why had he done this? All he was going to accomplish by this spectacle was her embarrassment and resentment.
    The man moved in a slow circle, his eyes studying the bare walls. Sara wanted to hide from the knowing look on his face. His expression said he knew her secrets and he knew why she had them. They weren’t his to know. Her pain was hers alone and he had no right to act like he understood it.
    “I was just about to get to that.” He stopped, giving her his full attention. “My name is Mason Wells and I’m a grief counselor.”
    Sara stiffened, her face turning hot. “I don’t need a counselor.”
    “Lucky for you I’m on vacation for the next month. So technically I’m not a counselor right now.”
    “I want you to leave.” Sara looked at Spencer. “Both of you.”
    “Sara, you need to talk to someone. Mason can help you. Just talk to him. Please? ”
    She shook her head, crossing her arms and uncrossing them. Sara wouldn’t look at either of them. They’d invaded her home, her privacy, and she wanted them gone. She wouldn’t forgive Spencer for this, not ever. He’d crossed a line, good intentions or not.
    “I went to Wyalusing State Park to commit suicide once.”
    Sara’s head snapped up and her eyes shot to Mason.
    “It wasn’t the first time I’d attempted it. Actually, it wasn’t the last either. It’s so convenient; rocky cliff, choppy waters below. Imminent death.” He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “I hated myself for a long time. Carried guilt around like a blanket I couldn’t remove. I didn’t want to remove it. If I let go of the guilt, it was like saying what had happened was okay, and it wasn’t. It would never be okay. So I had to keep that blanket on, I had to feed the guilt, I had to hate myself, I had to never forget as penance.”
    Her eyes burned and she swallowed thickly. She’d hated herself for a long time now. And the guilt…she didn’t think that would ever go away. “Never forget…what?” Sara whispered.
    The door softly clicked and Sara looked up, surprised to find Spencer had left, leaving Mason alone with her. She tensed. Sara didn’t know this man. He was a stranger in her home. So what if Spencer knew him? So what if he was Spencer’s friend? Sara didn’t know him and he wasn’t her friend.
    “I think you should leave,” she told him, backing toward the bathroom, her fingers tightly gripping the tie on the robe.
    Amusement lit up his wine-colored eyes. “I will. In one hour. That’s how long our sessions will run.”
    “We’re not—we’re not having sessions. You can’t just…come in here, into my house, and—and boss me around,” she stuttered, disbelief raising her voice.
    Ignoring her, Mason said, “My brother died four years ago. Snowmobile accident. We were making jumps. He went first; didn’t make it all the way across. I didn’t know it and drove over him, killing him.” He paused. “I killed my brother.”
    Sara’s stomach clenched as she looked at Mason. He was staring at his boots. When his tortured eyes found hers, she felt sick. She’d seen that look before; she saw it every time she looked in the mirror.
    “Derek was younger, smarter, better-looking; pretty much