At the Same Time Near the Nursery

Jackson

I stand, peeking through nursery windows, watching the nurses flitter from one infant to another. My twins sleep side-by-side, soundly near the window. Taylor thinks I’m still with Kennedy.

A nurse approaches my side.

“Jackson, a gentleman approached the front desk requesting to visit with you or Taylor.”

“Where is he now?” I ask, scanning the area. “Who is he?”

“His name is Howard Buchanan. He is ...