Heather POV
Clearing the table of the dirty dishes, and placing the trolley outside our door, I made doubly sure I had locked the door again. I could feel Mason when his mother walked in, he was barely holding it together with his dad, but his mum took him to his limit. It was not really his mum or dad's fault. They wanted to see their son was awake and well. My mother had stayed in the background, she helped get the table set with food and stuff like that, so Mason did not give my mum a second thought as an intruder, but his dad was one thing, and he tolerated it, because he wanted the information, though I think his dad could have waited and give him time to eat and shower, his mother was a different story, she came in without knocking and then started how are you, how do you feel, what
