Jackson's POV
After many years, I finally found someone again to hold my hands and pull me out of my puddle of misery. But maybe I was cursed or something, that's why my happiness never lasted longer.
The guilt of not being there for my mother was killing me alive. Not being able to cope with it, I drowned myself in work. Of all the defense mechanism I could have chosen, I chose denial. I was exhausted, my mind not working properly.
I couldn't spend much time with Hannah. She looked...well, she looked just as bad as me. It looked like something was troubling her. She was constantly lost in some thoughts. My idea was maybe my mother's death reminded her of her own mother.
What If she was hiding something? It's never a good sign. I could remember when Emily left me, she acted just as wei
