He’s out, and he’s coming after me. My phone sat on the table in the conversation area. Sheila was hovering, looking lost like she was not sure what to do. She was the only person who knew who I really was besides Matt, and now Jax. Oh, and whoever sent me the copy of the newspaper article. It could have been Keith. If so, he was letting me know he’d be coming for me. “Sheila, can you hand me my phone, please?” I still didn’t want Jax to see me walk even though he knew what had happened, just not how it affected my life. “Who are you calling, Lainie?” Jax asked as he paced around the office. He was missing ten years of details and couldn’t understand what that newspaper clipping meant to me. I just wanted to jump into his arms, tell him the whole story and let him take care of everything—but that wasn’t possible. My feelings for him were all mixed up with everything that had happened back then, and I wasn’t sure they could be separated.
