I had been lost in thought for hours, my mind consumed by the impending meeting with Jackson. A thousand words couldn't capture the storms of emotions swirling within me. I pondered how to face him, rehearsing countless scenarios in my mind.This is just too much for me, more like I am yet to meet the United States president to make an open meeting with him.Just as I was deep in contemplation, my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts with Jackson's name boldly written on the screen. My heart raced, and I hesitated to pick up, unsure if I was ready to talk to him. Abby, with a 'go ahead' look, insisted that I answer the call.With trembling hands, I finally swiped to answer the call and slowly placed the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" I uttered, my voice quivering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation."Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" His voice sounded lively over the phone. "I'm good. Let me guess, you've arrived home, haven't you?" I said, trying to play lively even thoug