Chapter Forty-Seven
Spencer
I felt sick over Jackson’s funeral, and although his father was kind and helped me understand that Jackson knew it was part of the job, it didn’t make me feel any better. I still felt responsible for his death. He was, after all, guarding me, and he shouldn’t have lost his life because of it.
I was fresh out of tears, and my anxiety continued to build in spite of everything. I knew myself and knew I needed an outlet. If I wasn’t careful, I would tune out the world completely.
I eyed the new Mac that Blake got me. He knew my old one would bring me too many horrible memories. It was a lovely gold color and had a neat black tint to it. She was so pretty, it would be a shame not to pay some attention to her. I sank into the chair and propped up one foot to rest
