JACKSON

I didn’t know if she had met that fool or not. The stupid tracker I thought I’d use to monitor her wasn’t working for days. I couldn’t watch her, I couldn’t follow her, I couldn’t even sense her movements the way I wanted.

All I had were the moments I saw her at work. And she kept avoiding me, maybe because of what I did to her, or maybe she was just tired of seeing my face.

Either way, it was killing me.

I tried calling Kenzie, even though I knew he would flare up and ...