Jacob Mackay...
Jacob sat and silently looked out the car window. His vision was blurry, but he didn't try to clear it. He watched cars and buildings and pedestrians and trees zip past him, but he didn't commit the image to his memory. This was cowardice. Well, that's how others would view it. He was running away. He wasn't strong enough to face his father, so he's fleeing. Jacob could almost imagine the headlines of the gossip mill. 'The Mackay who couldn't do anything.' He groaned and threw his head back on the headrest. Within him, he knew he wasn't running. This was his strategy: to fall back, regroup, and attack. The other Mackays won't know what hit them upon his return.
