Jackson pulled out his wallet and peeled off a few bills. It was ridiculous, trying to give her money when she’d already taken so much from him. Fifty thousand to be exact. But he couldn’t just send her out there with nothing. He tried to hand it to her but she yanked her hand back.
“I don’t want your money!”
“Just take it. You need to go. Hide out. Eli said the FBI has a whole case file on you. This is so much bigger than the money you took from me.”
“I’m going to prove I didn’t do this. And after I do, I never want to see you again.” She said it with such sad finality that it hurt to hear it.
As time stretched between them, a litany of things hung in the air unsaid. He wanted to rage at her, punish her, make her hurt the way he was hurting. He also wanted to tell her that he was worried about her. Worst of all, he wanted to tell her that he didn’t care about the money.
He wanted to beg her to stay.
Jackson shook his head. “You know what the most pathetic part is? I would have just given you the money if you’d asked. I loved you that much. I would have given you anything.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes. “You can’t give me the one thing I need right now. Your trust.”
She walked out and left him standing alone.