Kiana's pov
As I stood there, staring at Mason, my mind swirled with confusion and suspicion. Nothing about his presence in my house made sense. His disheveled appearance, the strange noises earlier, and Mason's nervous demeanor were all pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t put together.
“What do you mean you’ve been waiting for me?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “You weren’t here this morning. How did you even get in?”
Mason’s eyes flicked toward the hallway, as though searching for an escape route. He shifted on his feet, running his hand through his messy hair again. “I mean… your mom let me in earlier. She said it was okay if I waited,” he stammered, his words tripping over themselves.
“My mom?” I echoed, my brow furrowing. “She’s not even home. So how could she have let you
