I don’t remember getting back to the house. I must have fallen asleep while Jackson was still carrying me. I woke up alone in my bed, dressed in short pajamas and a matching tank top. I crawled out of bed and lifted my shirt. My wounds were bandaged over. I must have really been out. I peeled back the bandages and noticed that it was already healed and I just had a scar there.
I headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower and got dressed for the day in a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off my new scar. I pulled my hair back and decided to go without shoes as I left my bedroom.
Today was different. I could hear voices in the house, or at least on the same floor I was on. I followed the voices down the hall and ended up in front of Jackson’s office. The door was opened and
