Mason POV
‘Heather.’ I called out, firmly, but not a shout. That would have made my slowly improving pounding head hurt and pound, and worse than that, it would annoy my mother tremendously. She hates it when we lose our decorum in public, even if it is just us in the room.
Heather and mum turned to look at me as I approached, mum looking at me expectantly, where Heather looked like she just wanted to get out of there, and if she had just spent a day with my mother, I would not blame her one bit.
‘Hello, son.’ Mother welcomed me warmly, and I got very nervous, something about her tone was like a warning, and I was unsure what that warning was. My head and heart were both competing as to which could pound the hardest.
‘Good afternoon, Mason.’ Heather greeted me warmly, though she still
