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.

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

Shane sighed

plan on handling

loved her and did not wish for Shane’s punishment to be

his cigar, he spoke up. “I did not do anything to her. I just told her that after her rehabilitation, she will be going

Jackson heaved a sigh. “Oh, by the way,” he added. “Let her go to the hospital next week. Her right cornea has to be operated on. It

a donor been found?” Shane asked

she had in mind 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

like a plan.” Shane

heading to bed. I’m

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

his phone as he turned

shower and caught sight of Shane coming from the balcony

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

like you smoking, that’s all.