JACKSON
When I woke up the next morning, with the sun filling my room and the incredible scent of breakfast in the air, I felt like I was literally in paradise. And not just because the mattress in Liam and Meg's guest room was a cloud.
Finally, my life was taking the right turn: I'd redeemed myself in Liam and Meg's eyes (although the way it had happened hurt every time I thought about it), I'd met the kids, I'd been able to hug Ruth again, Meg and I were friends again, and with Liam... well, I felt like a certain understanding was forming. He didn't skin me alive the previous evening when I dared to put the idea of being Uncle Jack on the table, so it had to be a good start.
Ruth, Roger, and I had spent the night there: between dinner, chatting, and then telling Ruth about Mylah, tryi
