Chapter 19

Boston. Massachusetts. Darsy's Apartment.

Getting home at down, one should be ready for a confrontation, but I did not expect Jackson to be that aggressive. Though, I could understand him. My behavior had been more than weird for the last several weeks. I would have given myself a proper thrashing, because it looked like a once decent young woman started hanging out late at night with all sorts of excuses, which were less like the truth every next time.

Judging by Jackson's appearance, he was up all night again. It was already past noon. I had been away for more than a day. There were a million missed calls from Jackson, my mother and work.