Chapter 4

He had to get over a lot of his squeamishness when the twins were born and during Emma's pregnancies.

Vomit, shit, barf, all of it, Mason had mostly overcome.

Of course, he didn't

it, and he wasn't quite as inured to it as some parents were, but he could deal.

Blood, on the other hand?

No way.

He wouldn't have been here if Theo hadn't been his closest friend.

He probably wouldn't have been here anyway if either Marie or Henry Hartley had been in attendance at their son's game.

He would much rather be back at the hotel, content…