*Jackson*
Of course I get a call as we reach the hotel, and I spend the ride up on the elevator, talking on the phone. Trying to hide the fact that the call is about her. I have several men on the case, trying to figure out who tried to kill her.
So far there is no progress and I groan in annoyance as I hang up.
“Jackson ?” She asks softly.
I do hear her, but I am so busy trying to turn over every stone in my mind, that I don’t manage to answer.
“Jackson ?! Is something wrong ?” Her voice again, soft, whispering.
She squeezes my hand.
And then suddenly..
I know.
Not that it doesn’t all matter, because it does.
But I know that it doesn’t matter as much as she does, that the past isn't as important as the future, and everything she has lost, the family she doesn’t remember isn't ne
