When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The clutch was sitting idly beside the rocking chair, and the sunlight shone on the room, erasing all the gloomy air inside.

Jackson woke up three days earlier, then he went through rehab before finally being able to walk. But he looked clumsy, so I knew he hadn’t fully healed just yet.

“I thought the kids would be here too,” Jackson joked.

I sniffled. “I was too excited when John told me you’re awake.” I fumbled for an explanation. “So I totally forgot about it. We can go straight back to see them though, Jackson. You should see them. After all, you’ve risked your life for them.”

“I’m not in a hurry.” Jackson smiled warmly. “I can always see them after this.”

I knew he was a really nice guy. “Have you forgiven me?” It took everything I had to ask, but the moment I did, everyone fell silent, much to my worry.

John and chuckled, “I see. You were right, John. Everyone’s been worried about me. Looks like I’m more trouble

ended the conversation for me. Of course, everyone would worry. Someone close to them

my lawyer to withdraw the case. Summer and

affection for him. “Thank you, Jackson.” Tears

you’re not trying to take my niece away, you aren’t that

I’m not planning to reopen my clinic.” He looked at me, feeling crestfallen. “I’ve talked with Lydia, and I’ve decided to return to

nothing but malice for him. There was nothing

look of resolve in his eyes. “No. I’m going back to take over my family’s

never liked business, so why did he