Jasper's POV
Memories have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them. One moment you're staring out the window, watching cars rush past, and the next you're ten years old again, running barefoot in the yard with scraped knees and a belly full of laughter. That's how it always happens with me one thought triggers another, and suddenly I'm back in those days when life was simpler, when our biggest worry was whether we'd get caught sneaking cookies from the kitchen.
