“What’re you looking at?” Jake’s voice. “Is everything okay?”
I started, then gave myself a mental shake as I tried to bring myself back to the here and now. Jake stood near the end of the sofa, watching me with concern in his eyes.
“Fine,” I said. “Connor sent me a couple of pictures of my father.” I tilted the phone toward him so he could see the screen, and he frowned slightly.
“Wow. I don’t think I ever saw Jackson look like that around other people.”
Not surprising. Everyone had done their best to dance around the issue, but even so, I got the impression that my biological father hadn’t been the nicest person in the world.
“Do you know who took this photo?”
Jake shook his head. “Not really. Maybe Marie — she’s the only person I can think of that Jackson might have let his guard
