Maim and Kill. Mason pov

When I entered the visiting room, I expected to see Fiona, her eyes sunken with tears. After all, it had been more than two weeks. My visitors were rare, limited mostly to my lawyer coming in to update me on my case. Ophelia had never shown up either.

Instead, I was both disappointed and relieved to find Grin Hilda waiting for me, a wrapped rectangular box in her hands.

"I'm quite surprised to see you here," I said as I sat down.

"It's hard to sneak away from Mr. Gilmore's side," she replied, her voice calm, though her expression betrayed dismay.

"Fiona is taking care of him well, then?"

"She is. She's enjoying every bit of it."

I clenched my jaw. "And she knows I'm in jail?" I asked, barely able to contain my rage.

"She might be too deep in grief. Perhaps visiting you would be too painful," Hilda said carefully.