Jack.
As soon as I got off the plane, it felt as if the wall I had built to keep myself composed around my grandfather came crashing down. I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer, especially with the way Anna held me so tightly.
Listening to her heartbeat was what lulled me to sleep—the steady thump... thump... thump. It relaxed me. I had been resting on her chest before I drifted off, but now I was alone, touching the sheet where she had been lying; the cold fabric greeted me.
My chest still ached as I climbed out of bed. Most men would be embarrassed to cry, but I had always been told that it was natural—not by my father, but by my stepmother.
When I was eight, I fell from a tree in the backyard. I thought it was a great idea to have a race against Harry to see who could climb h
