My phone vibrates ten minutes later as the door to my hotel suite closes behind me. I slip it from my pocket, and my heart lurches at the sight of Jackson’s name on the screen. Jackson I meant what I said earlier. I’m glad you’re here, Cas. You’ve always been important to me. No matter what happens, I want you to remember that. I raise my hand, shielding the smile that threatens to split my face in two. I don’t think Jackson fully understands how much those words mean to me. Especially coming from him.
