MIRA

“Mira.” Jackson calls from the hallway. He holds me from behind and whispers. “I forgive you.” Pulling me close.

I want to rip the papers to shreds, to tell him I love him so much, to apologize and pass out in his arms. But I can’t, and it kills me.

I feel the sting in my chest as thoughts of Nora flood my mind. She’s out there somewhere, suffering and since the kidnappers wants us divorced to get my baby. No problem. I know it’s not rational. But I wouldn’t be able to ...