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"It's nothing..." Michelle Campbell shook her head, then continued to lean back in her chair, eyes open, looking up at the ceiling.
This day was almost over...
And yet, she hadn't been able to say those four words to him in person.
Samuel Noah Jackson... Happy Birthday.
Michelle's eyes reddened, in this quiet night... she missed him so much.
She missed his familiar scent when he was close by, that reliable shoulder.
At this moment, she felt such yearning...
How she wished she could have told him those words herself.
Sorry, she still hadn't been able to spend a warm and happy birthday with him.
......
All night, Samuel Noah Jackson sat in the study room, head down, his black eyes fixed on the cellphone atop the table.
But all night, he hadn't received the call from George Noah Jackson, not even a text message!
He leaned back in the office chair, his black eyes as if frozen in ice...
And his face seemed to have been covered with a layer of frost!
