Jessica and Lincoln decided to start over and move on from their old lives and stay in Panama after everything that happened. With her being 8 months pregnant they want to live a normal life. They were able to open up that surf shop and buy a small...
Jacqueline stood beside Christina as they watched Lincoln slowly bleed out.
She felt slightly guilty knowing that her grandchild's father was slowly dying.
"You know I find it real interesting that the dumb one got caught and the smart one was able to get away. I'm beginning to see a pattern here don't you?"
She then looked at Jacqueline.
"I think your daughter picked the wrong one. She should have gone for Michael. He's more likely to take care of her." Christina taunted Lincoln.
Lincoln barely had enough strength to lift his head up to glare at her.
"You don't know the first thing about me and Jess, or Michael for that matter."
Lincoln slowly breathed out as he felt his body slowly giving up.
"I know more then what you think. You two are the classic tragedy of the story nature versus nurture. You had the same environment, same upbringing, same parents. I wonder what went wrong." Christina continued to taunt.
"Maybe because mom is a psychotic bitch" Lincoln mumbled out in pain.
Christina smirked.
"I know exactly what did it." She started.
Jacqueline quickly grabbed her arm.
"That's enough. You've said enough." she warned her.
The phone rang cutting off whatever Christina was going to say.
She answered the phone and walked out of the room.
Jacqueline slowly walked over to where Lincoln was slumped over losing blood and strength.
She bent down so she was eye level with him.
In his delusional state he thought he saw Jessica.
"Jess. Jess I- I'm sorry. I l-love you."
Jacqueline felt a little guilty for her involvement.
Her problem was with Johnathan not Lincoln.
"I'm going to help you get out of here. You have my word." She whispered to him.
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The General's men pushed Sara and Jessica back into the loft.
One of the men shoved Sara down onto the island stool and Jessica was shoved onto the couch.
The General poured himself a drink and poured another one for his daughter.
He held it out to her and she sighed before taking it.
"So girls was all of this worth it? Sara do you go back to that night and wonder how things would have gone and just left that infirmary door locked? And you Jessica, if only you had just chose to turn Lincoln in instead of throwing your whole career away. Do you think about all the lives that could have been spared? Sara- your father's, Veronica."
