Three Years Blind, One Song Broken Chapter 06
Jackson’s entire body went rigid.
I knew he’d seen the death certificate.
And this time, I didn’t stop him.
My fingers tightened harder against the edge of the table as his breathing turned uneven.
“What is this?”
His voice shook violently.
“Mira, tell me what the hell this is.”
“You already tried to go after Sloane and the twins before.”
“And now you’re cursing your own daughter just to keep me away from her?”
His breathing grew rougher and rougher until suddenly the paper ripped apart violently in his hands.
“Mira Quinn.”
His voice turned terrifying.
“You don’t deserve to be her mother.”
Then he stormed toward me and grabbed my wrist hard enough to nearly crush bone.
Pain shot up my arm instantly.
I jerked away from him and laughed coldly.
“Don’t touch me.”
But Jackson couldn’t hear anything anymore.
He grabbed my shoulders again desperately.
“Where is she?”
“Tell me where you hid my daughter.”
“I’ll find her myself.”
His voice cracked apart.
“A woman as twisted as you could never raise my daughter properly.”
Every word pierced straight through me.
Finally, I screamed.
“She’s dead!”
I swung at him blindly with all my strength, but all I managed to touch was the edge of his jaw.
My entire body collapsed emotionally after that.
“She died three years ago!”
My throat burned raw.
“She never drank milk once.”
“She never cried once.”
“She was born dead, Jackson!”
I pressed a shaking hand against my chest, struggling to breathe through the pain ripping through me.
Then I laughed bitterly.
“You know what’s funny?”
“The swaddle blanket I used for her came from one of Sloane’s stupid celebration giveaways.”
“I sat outside the crematorium all night holding our dead daughter.”
My voice broke violently.
“And where were you?”
“You were throwing parties for your affair babies.”
I stepped toward him blindly.
“And now you suddenly want answers?”
Jackson’s lips trembled visibly.
Slowly, his hand loosened from my arm.
“No… no. You’re lying.”
“Mimi, you’re lying to me.”
“She was healthy. All the prenatal appointments were normal. She couldn’t have died.”
“You just want me to feel guilty. You want me to send Sloane and the twins away, so you—”
He stopped suddenly.
Like something massive had lodged itself in his chest and crushed the rest of the words there.
I almost laughed at how pathetic he sounded.
“Yeah.”
“She was healthy.”
“And she still died.”
My voice shook harder with every word.
“Do you know how I lived in that recovery facility?”
“They fed me leftovers.”
“They left me freezing without blankets.”
“My baby kicked constantly because she was hungry.”
Instinctively, my hand drifted toward my stomach—then slowly fell back
down.
“If you actually cared about my child,” I whispered, “you never would’ve let them treat me like that.”
“And if you actually cared about her…”
Tears blurred what little darkness remained in my ruined vision.
“You wouldn’t have waited three years to look for her.”
Suddenly I grabbed Jackson’s shirt and bit down viciously against his shoulder.
Hard enough to taste blood.
“Jackson…”
“How are you ever going to repay what you did to me?”
He stumbled backward unsteadily.
“No… no, that’s not what happened.”
“Our daughter… I…”
I couldn’t control myself anymore.
I grabbed my cane and started swinging at him blindly, forcing him back toward the door.
Finally Jackson snapped back to reality and caught both my wrists.
“I want to see her.”
His voice cracked violently.
“Mimi… please.”
“I want to see our daughter.”
I shoved him away while sobbing uncontrollably.
“Get out!”
“Get the hell out!”
“My daughter doesn’t have a father like you!”
“You don’t deserve to see her!”
Then I slammed the door shut with all my strength.
Outside, Jackson kept calling my name and pounding against the door. But I couldn’t hear him anymore.
I slid slowly down against the floor like a dying fish dragged onto land.
My face buried in my hands.
By then, I had almost no tears left.
But no matter how hard I cried—my daughter still wouldn’t come back.
The next morning, violent pounding shook the front door.
“Mimi!”
“Open the door!”
“I need to see you.”
“I’m here to take you home.”
Gradually, his voice weakened. The pounding softened too.
I covered my ears tightly and sat motionless in the darkness.
My unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead.
Eventually, he forced the door open.
When he stopped in front of me, his voice came out rough and tired.
“Mimi, I came to take you home.”
“I didn’t mean what I said yesterday.”
After a long silence, he spoke again in a softer voice.
“C’mon, Mimi. Jace is taking you home.”