*Ines*
Maceo is not a large man, but nonetheless, when he lands on top of me, it hurts. The air is forced completely from my lungs, leaving me gasping and choking, my eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
“Ines !”
It is Jackson, tearing my husband from atop me.
“Where are you hurt ?” He demands, and his hands are everywhere, frantic in their motions as he searches for a wound.
“I didn’t ...”. I fight for breath. “He didn’t ...”. I manage to look at my chest. It is covered with blood. “Oh my heavens”.
“I can’t find it”. Jackson says. He takes my chin, positioning my face so that I am looking directly into his eyes.
And I almost don't recognize him.
His eyes … his beautiful hazel eyes … they look lost, nearly empty. And it almost seems to take away whatever it is that makes him
