Jackson stopped at the start of one of the trails into the woods and clenched his fists. Why the fuck was he even bothering?
It had been just over a month since a mob had set on her daughter, and that fucking woman hadn’t even bothered to make an appearance. He ran through the woods every morning with the same result. What kind of mother did that? Why did she show up at all if she wasn’t there to help?
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