Back at the hospital, Sarah was pacing around her room while Mason sat in the chair that Silas had been occupying earlier.
"Why did you have to say it?" Sarah demanded, turning to face Mason.
"Say what?" Mason asked, genuinely confused.
"Why did you tell him that you're my husband?" Sarah's voice was frustrated and angry. "I'm the one who's supposed to tell him. I haven't even told him yet. Why did you tell him?"
Mason looked at her with surprise. "He had to know."
"You have no right to tell him!" Sarah said, her voice getting louder. "I'm the one who's supposed to tell him. Our marriage is fake, remember?"
Mason stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he looked down at his hands.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Sarah stopped pacing and looked at him in surprise.
