Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

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.

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.

Perhaps she really was gone. The last time, she had managed to frame Natalie for shoving her.

bitter laugh. “Shane, perhaps Jacqueline had changed. She isn’t who she used to

know.” Shane sighed

do you plan on handling this?”

he felt disappointed in Jacqueline, he still loved her and did not wish for Shane’s punishment to

guessed Jackson’s thoughts. With a flick of his cigar, he spoke up. “I did not do anything to her. I just told her that after

he added. “Let her go to the

a donor been found?” Shane asked

seemed to not have worked out. I asked her 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. The only thing

like a

be heading to bed. I’m dead tired after an eight-hour

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

pocketed his phone as

sight of Shane coming

did not deny it. He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. “It was only one cigar. Is the smell that

I just don’t like you smoking, that’s all. You’re already thirty. You