The brother’s eyes met mine in the darkness of the hallway. He didn’t look away, and he didn't look guilty. He just looked at me with a weary sort of pity, like he was watching a movie he’d already seen the ending to a dozen times.
I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was being constricted by iron bands. Those missing pages—the ones from the old diary I thought I’d destroyed—were the ghosts of a version of me that was even more naive, even more terrified. And apparently, they held the one piece of the puzzle that Jace had been desperate to keep buried.
I ignored the brother and stepped toward the door, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle. I didn't knock. I just pushed.
The light in the room was blinding for a second. Jace was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head bowed
