“When we both finish them I decide to break the awkwardness and go to clear the table, only to have Jackson’s arm fling out and stop me. He speaks in a chilling tone that seizes my complete attention; “It was a stinking hot day when I got the call, which was normal for that time of year. Summer in Africa is, needless to say, awful if you’re not used to it. I was in my bungalow not far from one of the mine sites in Zimbabwe. The loud crash came a minute before the call did. When I answered th...e phone I already knew what was I was going to hear,” he pauses to take a breath, looking up at me with watering eyes. “Three hundred people,” he whispers, his forehead moving pensively like he’s seeing something that I can’t. “Three hundred people died on my watch that day, Claire.” I feel the goosebumps stipple on my skin, gazing over at Jackson like he’s a murderer and casualty all in one fold. “Why did the mine collapse?’ I ask, keeping my voice steady.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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