He didn’t really care for the fact that he was doing it this year. And he wasn’t just hiding the knives. Cleaning agents. Flammables. Aerosols. Small solid objects and glass. They all had to go. He was also creating small suggestions on each item he touched to make them less noticeable…cosmically. They would stay where they were, but they would only exude a much minimized Energy, so as not to call attention to themselves. He’d finally learned the trick from Bright Star herself.Granted, he knew there was no way to get rid of all risks. Still, he could certainly minimize as much as possible. Nearly a month wasn’t enough time to make him forget. She’d said it to him as plain as day: “It will happen. Just like New Year’s Day. It will happen.” Jackson hadn’t thought much of it then, but something about those words, or perhaps the way she said them played on his mind. She hadn’t tried to kill herself for weeks. She would try that night. He knew it. And Jackson was going to do whatever he could to stop her.
