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We wait.
I grow weary every second as I strain to hear any sign that Jackson is gone.
My hands are clenched at my sides, the urge to rip through that door is nearly overwhelming. But I can’t. Not after I promised Dixie I wouldn’t.
She’s pacing around the room, avoiding my gaze, probably as on edge as I am, but she doesn’t show it the way I do.
After what feels like an eternity, the sound of voices fades, and I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding.
“He’s gone,” I say, more to myself than her.
Dixie nods, her face pale, eyes distant. Without a word, she opens the door and slips out into the hallway. I follow close behind, my muscles still tight, my mind racing.
Gran Gran’s voice is audible in the kitchen, humming a song, as we make our way downstairs. I’m rea
