The moment the name Director Jackson left my lips, something inside me snapped.
I sprang from the bench and closed the distance between us in two strides. My fingers curled into the collar of his coat, slamming him back against the cold brick wall of the hospital.
“How dare you show your face back here?” I growled through clenched teeth, eyes burning. “After everything you’ve done—after what you let happen—you’ve got the nerve to come to me?”
Jackson didn’t fight back. He didn’t even flinch. He just looked me in the eyes, calm and cold.
"I know you hate me," he said quietly, "and you have every right to, but this isn’t the time to argue."
"I came back because you need to know something—something you were never told… about your parents."
I froze.
My grip loosened slightly. “What the
