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.

was gone. The last time, she had

bitter laugh. “Shane, perhaps Jacqueline had changed. She isn't who she

Shane sighed

do you plan on handling this?” Jackson

Jacqueline, he still loved her and did not

he spoke up. “I did not do anything to her. I just told her that

“Let her go to the hospital next week. Her right cornea has to be

found?” Shane asked

died but she did not answer me, so I guess he's still alive. If he's alive we can't extract his cornea. The only thing we can do is to look

a

I should be heading to bed. I'm

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

his phone as he turned

sight of Shane coming from the balcony smelling like tobacco. “Did you smoke?” she

took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. “It

like you smoking, that's all. You're already thirty. You should take care of your

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