Mason POV
Gerry took us to Heather’s parents' place, and I took off my jacket that was covered in blood and threw it on the seat, before climbing out of the limo and, with Gerry’s help, walking to the door, Gerry made three loud raps on the door.
I was a mess, no doubt about it.
Without Gerry, I would still be on the ground where Heather was stabbed, lost in a world of hurt.
Heather’s father answered the door, took one look at me and his face paled.
‘Come in, son.’ He said and, he stepped away to let me inside.
‘Where is Jayne, sir?’ I asked softly, my voice almost breaking, and I was shocked at hearing my own voice so vulnerable.
‘Jayne, come to the lounge room please.’ Ben’s booming voice rang out, and I sagged a little more in defeat, that I had to tell my in-laws about Heather
