Jackson moves quickly, pulling on his clothes and grabbing his coat.
His mind races with possibilities, none of them good. His grandmother has always been ruthlessly traditional, obsessed with maintaining the purity of the Carter bloodline.
His sons would be seen as both a threat and an opportunity in her eyes.
Bursting through the hotel's exit doors, Jackson finds Marcus waiting with the car.
"Sir, the airport-" David begins.
"Check the weather reports," Jackson snaps, already sliding into the back seat.
Marcus' face is grim as he consults his tablet.
"All flights are grounded, sir. The storm system is moving back in. They're saying it could be hours before-"
Jackson doesn't wait to hear the rest.
He's already out of the car, striding toward the tree line that borders the hote
