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.

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

know.” Shane

plan on handling this?” Jackson

he still loved her and did not wish for

do anything to her. I

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

been found?” Shane asked

“I have found her an exact match. The one 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.

like a plan.”

It’s getting late, I should be heading to bed. I’m dead tired after an eight-hour

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

and Shane pocketed his phone as he

of Shane coming from the balcony smelling like tobacco. “Did you

it. He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. “It was only one cigar. Is the smell that

“It’s actually rather pleasant. I just don’t like you smoking, that’s