The Wrath of Jordan Jefferson

chest t

ll. The hospital room was silent, except for the

s echoed again in

clenched against his trousers as he remained kneeling by th

ke that. I'm not the one. I... I just want you to get better. That's

mile. He didn

ull of knowing, rested steadil

, his voice now firme

oked up,

ning to rest. There was something urgent in the way he spoke now,

what I was doing?" he asked, looking straight into Jordan's eyes. "From the very d

remaine

trength. A calm presence. There was power in you, Jordan. Untapped. Unt

s. He had never been spoken to

lood alone that keeps a legacy. It is vision, Jordan. It is character. Heart. Grit

s head gently,

who's trying to repay the only person that ever help

hand and touched the

on the curved mark that ha

his tongue. "Sir, this mark... does it mean anythi

hesit

s eyes shifted away briefly. His fingers droppe

time comes, son, remember this, you are my son. No mat

Jordan s

at to feel. Grati

id nothing more. He simply closed his eyes again, as i

*********

sther and Zoe sat in the study

low, but their fac

er muttered, her arms crossed tightly. "It's no longer just

do you really think he'll h

n yet," Esther said. "And if that happens, everything

through the curtain. The house was quiet, but

we do now?

position firm. I'll begin calling some of your father's rela

, but her eyes st

irm no one was listening. Then she leaned close to her daughte

s widened

are yo

nswer, but nodd