JACKSON'S POV

I kept blaming myself for everything that happened. If I truly meant everything I’d been saying, I would’ve told the driver to stop right in front of Vera’s house in New Orleans and let her go. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

That doesn’t mean I’m not angry with her. Things would’ve worked out if she had stayed at the hospital and not handed herself over to the enemy. Still, deep down, I know it’s not her fault. She was running away from the pain, trying to escape reality. I took another child away from her, and this time, she didn’t even get the chance to deliver safely before...