She headed back to the room and shook Jackson up from his nap, “Hurry, get up and get dressed. Your dad’s back!”
Jackson jolted up, “What?”
She nodded vigorously, “I’m not lying. It’s true. He’s downstairs. Hurry up and come downstairs with me. I’m too nervous to do this on my own...”
Jackson frowned. He leisurely made his way to the bathroom and took a shower, put on some clothes, and went downstairs. His expression turned to ice when he laid his eyes on his father. He did not greet him but pulled Tiffany to a seat on the couch next to him.
“You’ve grown, Jackson.”
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