|Trigger warning: death, grief|
/Third Persons POV/
Jace was the one who found his father.
It was a casual Saturday. He had that nagging feeling in his chest. The painter just brushed it off as still reeling from the fact that Isabella rode to Venice all by herself. What else could be wrong? He should've said goodbye, but he was lost in his head.
After staring at the walls for what seemed like an eternity, he stood up. He had enough of sitting in his room and doing absolutely nothing. Alice was at the brunch with her friends, and he had no idea about Alex. Like Greta pestered him early in the morning, he should have worked out in their lawn or something.
Jace stared out of the window, observing the bright rays falling on their rose garden. He let out a sigh. Maybe he should go out an
