The door slammed as Jack walked into the ranch house. His eyes fell to your own, and you knew he’d done something.

“I did it.” He whispered to you, as if his words held a weight he couldn’t hold. Your mind whirled, but you knew what he’d done. He’d finally gone for Edgar Ross.

Jack had been nothing besides open about his past to you, and somewhere, deep down, you knew this day was coming. You never wanted it to, though. Jack looked guilty, and it was clear he wanted to take it all back.