Forty-Two
Curled in the crate, eyes closed, Justice focused everything she had on reaching Jackson. The connection forged between them pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She called out to him with all the love she possessed, waiting for his spirit to answer hers.
For too long, her call went unanswered.
Then, a faint hint of his presence teased her senses. She turned her head, opening her eyes, blinking against the disorientation of finding herself still in the crate as it was pushed along the roadway.
Her sense of Jackson faded and she unwound stiffened limbs to rap on the lid of the crate.
Whoever was pushing her stopped and the lid cracked open, the light of a nearby streetlamp illuminating Andy’s face.
‘Let me out. I found him.’
Andy took the lid off and helped Justice clamber ou
