Backup Girl No More: Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 3 

Back home from the hospital, I unearthed several dusty camera bags from the back of my bookshelf – relics of a life I’d deliberately buried. The camera felt foreign in my hands, its batteries long dead. 

While the charger did its work, I slipped the memory card into my computer and opened the forgotten photos. The first showed me treating a woman for cholera on a dirt road in Congo. The second captured a child soldier, barely five, dwarfed by his rifle. The third revealed refugees in East 

Meridian Province, huddled under tattered shelters… 

The scent of smoke and dust seemed to seep through the screen, yanking me back. My chest tightened, pain spreading like tendrils through my body. I leaned back, eyes closed, willing my pulse to slow. A wry smile crossed my lips. Would Jackson still call me “obedient and docile” if he saw 

these? 

My phone buzzed – Jackson texting the restaurant address. Tonight was the dinner with his wedding 

party. I had few close friends, so they were all his people. But this wasn’t just any gathering. Sara 

had come home. 

By the time I arrived, they’d ordered. Jackson sat at the head of the table, Sara beside him. No place 

had been set for me. 

Sara noticed my arrival with a smirk, looking me up and down. “Just grab a chair wherever,” she said casually. 

I pulled one to the furthest corner. Jackson watched impassively, saying nothing. 

“Sara, we didn’t think you’d make it back!” someone broke the silence. 

“Miss Zoey’s wedding? I’d crawl here if I had to – just to see who he’s marrying.” 

Knowing looks passed around the table, laughter tinged with mockery. 

“Well, you two do have history.” 

The conversation centered on Sara after that. She regaled them with tales: Celestial Sea tuna fishing, hiking the Camino de Santiago, scaling Uluru. They hung on every word, eyes shining with 

admiration. 

“Zoey, how can you go to such dangerous places as a woman?” 

“Hmph!” Sara shot me a glance, voice dripping with disdain. “Some of us think beyond cooking and 

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playing housewife.” 

The words cut deep. I knocked back a shot of tequila, its burn numbing my tongue until the food lost 

all taste. 

She commanded the room, and Jackson… Jackson watched her with such tenderness his gaze could