It was one AM, and Jackson was still dozing off; it seemed as if sleep had traveled far away from him.
As he lay on the bed cuddling Lucy, who had already traveled to her dreamland, he kept reminiscing over the event that had taken place at the supermarket.
What about if Daniel had shot him? What about if he had kidnapped Lucy in order to get back at him for emptying his warehouse? How could he have coped with it?
