MEGHAN
As soon as I sat down beside him and greeted him, Jackson winced, looking at me almost as if he didn’t quite believe I was actually there.
His eyes, I noticed with a pang of pain, were slightly blurred by a veil of tears; he, however, hadn’t let even one of them fall.
“Oh – Meg,” he said, quickly regaining his composure. “Is there anything you need?”
I shook my head. “I just … wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing”.
He shrugged. “I’m okay”.
“Why don’t we just skip the whole part where you lie and I tell you I know you’re lying? It gets boring after a while”.
A small, slightly exasperated smile crept up on his lips, and a part of me rejoiced at that sight.
Then his smile fell, thrown away by a look of anger and hatred.
“I’ll be okay when I’ll rip your fathe
