We made plans to have dinner with his parents. I wanted to make them Mama’s famous jambalaya with a blackberry-and-bourbon cobbler for dessert.
When we went back to Jackson’s room to change for dinner, my cell phone was ringing. I’d left it on the dresser, too distracted from what had happened between us in the shower to remember to bring it along.
“Hello?” I swatted away Jackson’s attempt to pinch my ass with a laugh.
“Bianca,” said Eeny. Her voice caught on a sob.
The words fell down on me like bricks thrown from the top of a building.
So sorry.
She’s gone.
There was nothing we could do.
I tried to inhale but couldn’t. I tried to speak, but a gasp of anguish was all I could muster. My body went hot, then freezing cold. I began to violently shake.
“Bianca?” Jackson’s voice rang s
