Jasmine

THIS IS the most tense I’ve seen Tom. I find it fascinating and somewhat swoon-worthy that the guy doesn’t flinch in life or death situations, it’s the emotional ones that get him.

And yeah, showing up to tell your mom you’re not actually dead must be a doozy.

We drive to a beautiful but rustic cabin-style mountain home and get out of the SUV we rented in Lexington.

“Wow, is this the house you grew up in?” I ask before I realize it’s probably too new for that.

Tom doesn’t take his eyes off the structure as he shakes his head. “They arranged a big pension payout for her when I died. It was part of our negotiations.”

Oh God—he died. This woman grieved her only son. What will she think when we just show up at her door?

The door opens, and a slender woman in her early fifties comes out, suspicion crawling over her expression.

We walk toward the house, but every step seems to ta