JANICE'S POV
I've imagined this conversation for five years.
Thousands of times, in hospital waiting rooms, sleepless nights and quiet moments when Jack wasn't looking, and somehow every version ended badly, yet none of them ended like this.
Eden walks beside me without speaking as we leave Jack's room and head down the quiet hospital corridor, and when we finally reach a section overlooking the city, I stop beside the windows and stare at the lights glowing beyond the glass.
The city looks exactly the same.
Nothing has changed.
Yet it feels like my entire world is standing on the edge of collapse.
For a long moment neither of us speaks because we're both carrying too much history, too much grief and too many unanswered questions, and I know the next words out of my mouth will chang
