JACK'S POV 

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Monica said, that someone gave her the envelope on Christmas Eve. I needed answers, and the only way to get them was to confront her directly. I wasn’t in the mood for polite talk. I was beyond pissed off. This whole mess? It was on me.

If I hadn’t allowed Monica the freedom to come and go in my house as she pleased, Vera wouldn’t be this angry with me and I would still have my child.

As I drove into my compound, another thought hit me, I had left Tim alone since morning. I hadn’t heard from Mrs. Briggs either. What...