es took plac

at a judge's chambers in D.C., attended only by my paren

Las Vegas, complete with blurry photos of them outside a neon-lit c

ooks and an air of quiet power. It was a world away from the S

rate, in his o

me he expected nothing, that this was t

crease of concentration between his brows. Sometimes his hand would bru

s polite, al

Jackson's name was mentioned on the news, us

nder had to fly to an ur

lect some personal belongings I'd left ther

found peace. I was reading on a st

n and

d ret

en he saw me. Brandy, ho

hanging around," Brandy said

t her. He actually

at are you

ill partly my family's concern,

mile spread ac

said, nodding. "You

at him, s

you're upset. Yesterday – or, well, a few weeks ago – that

h his. She deliberately leaned into hi

looked pointedly at my simple dress. "Th

ive hand at her, though

ake with how it all happened. Next time, we'll do ou

ually

me a couple of sons. St

. The sheer, unadu

Jackson's collar, exposing a fr

s, aren't you, baby?" she purr

inned, a proud,