I thought Mason would at least lay low for a few days.
But the very next morning, when my mom came with me to the hospital for the forensic exam, he showed up again.
The wind was strong on the hospital rooftop.
Mason had one arm locked around my mother's neck, the other hand gripping a rescue knife, the blade pressed against her throat.
My mother's face was pale, but her eyes were still on me.
"Olivia, don't come any closer."
I stopped at the stairwell entrance.
My phone was still connected to the police on the other end.
Mason's eyes were bloodshot, his clothes wrinkled beyond recognition.
"Olivia, sign the release. And delete all those recordings and videos."
I clenched my phone.
"Let my mom go first."
He let out a cold laugh.
"Let her go? Your parents are always the ones wh
