MIRAA few hours later, we head out to Jackson’s. As we arrive, Jerry leads me and Nora into the house. It’s painted white, like a psychic house. No paintings or portraits like the ones in the mansion. How is living in a place like this? No life, just silence. “His room is just by the right.” Jerry mutters, "You two can go up to see him.”“Dad?” Nora yells, running to him. He’s on his chair, working with his laptop on the table.He inhales, eyes widening. A sudden wave of happiness appears on his face. He grabs her and hugs her, for a moment, my heart warms, seeing them together again. “Hey doll. How’re you?” “Now that I’ve seen you. I’m good.”“I’m glad.” I watch both of them discuss about god-knows-what. Laughter fills the air. Nora explaining what the house is like these days, with security guards crawling around the house. It’s not my fault. Really. I don’t want to weep like I did. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. My heart tugs at the sight of his shirtless body on the bed. I r
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