Mason POV
My exhaustion evaporates when I get home. I am going to wash the night’s dirt off and hold Carina close until we fall asleep. There simply is no better way to end a day than that.
However, that need shatters when I enter and see Pamela. She is cuddling a crying Rick and there is panic in her eyes.
“I can’t get him to stop crying,” she sounds on the verge of tears. “He’s fed and clean, but he doesn’t stop.”
“Look for the colic drops in the medicine cabinet,” I take Rick from Pamela. “Where’s Carina?”
“Crying,” she shouts as she runs towards the bathroom.
I hold Rick upright against my chest, rubbing his back while I wait for Pamela. I know I should not be concerned, if there truly was something wrong, Pamela or Eloise would have informed me. But I cannot help but worry about
