We were all used to Jackson changing his contact number without warning, so none of it felt unusual anymore. "Well, tell me and I'll save it now."
I put Macy on speaker and prepared to update his details. As I walked through the villa, I noticed Molly in the living room, quietly wiping the tables with steady hands. I gave her a small greeting before heading upstairs.
Macy could hear my steps and movement through the line. "Don't try to write it down while walking. Find paper, or I'll just text it to you."
"I'm fine," I said softly. "Give me a moment. I'll go into the study and get something to write on."
I entered the study and closed the door behind me. The room was large and neatly arranged, everything placed with Ashton's usual precision. A quiet kind of pressure always lingered here, like the space itself expected control and order.
