Shane strode over to the head of the bed and pulled open the drawer of his nightstand. From within, he took out a pre-cut cigar and lit it as he strode over to the balcony. After a puff, he responded. “Is that what she told you?”

“Well, no.” Jackson shook his head. “She called me as she was crying. Kept saying that she didn't mean to, so I took a guess that you might have been giving her a hard time.”

Shane scoffed. “Did you ask her what actually happened?”

“I did, but she cried the entire time and did not tell me. That is the reason I called. Shane, what's going on?” Jackson asked with a frown.

Shane blew a cloud of smoke and told Jackson everything.

He froze when Shane finished. It was a long while before he spoke. “How could she do something like that?”

Jackson could not understand. All the child did was touch her piano.

Why did she have to overreact and shove Sharon aside? Was that the Jacqueline I knew?

Jackson began to wonder if the sweet girl that he knew was still in there somewhere.

she

Jacqueline had changed. She isn't who she

know.” Shane sighed

you plan

her and did not wish

flick of his cigar, he spoke up. “I did not do anything to her. I just

sigh. “Oh, by the way,” he added. “Let her go to the hospital

found?” Shane asked at

if the donor of hers had died but she did not answer me, so I guess he's still alive. If he's alive we can't extract his cornea.

like a

getting late, I should be heading to bed. I'm dead tired

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

up and Shane pocketed his phone

sight of Shane coming from

his jacket and threw it on the couch. “It was only one cigar. Is

shook her head. “It's actually rather pleasant. I just don't like you smoking,

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