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Jackson's Point of View I stare out the window, rolling the liquid in my glass around and around before I sigh and take a sip. Everytime I'm alone my mind wanders back to the fight. When I first challenged her, I honestly thought Shay wouldn't say yes. And then, when she did, I thought that there was no way she'd go through with it. I was convinced she'd find a reason not to fight me. But she surprised me, by not only showing up, but by confronting me about the way I've been treating Zayde. I didn't mean to push Zayde away from me and I didn't even realize that I've been avoiding him in a sense. That morning in the dining hall when he started crying.. I felt someone stab my heart and when Shay of all people pointed out that I've failed as a grandfather I got angry. I went harder at her