“We’ve got a lead!” My Dad exclaims with a strong breath. He slaps a file down on the wooden table as I rub my eyes and proceed with a loud yawn.
My cereal bowl shakes a bit from the impact, and I peer up with my half open eyes at my father's determined face, so full of pride and anticipation.
"What?" I ask, my voice so low and raspy. I regret saying anything. My throat feels like sandpaper, and I reach out for my glass of milk whilst my Dad hurriedly starts flipping the file open in front of me, with slightly trembling hands.
I cross my legs on my chair and sigh with my head still hazy with sleep and my eyes, unfocused. For the whole night, I've been thinking about Jace and his friends, Healers, and their motives.
As these thoughts are racing in my mind, my Dad snaps me back to reali
