Calla:
I couldn't breathe. I was still on my knees in the middle of my father's foyer, surrounded by scattered papers that suddenly felt like pieces of my entire life. My brother's life. My father's secrets. Jace stood beside me, silent, his hand hovering near my shoulder like he wasn't sure whether touching me would help or make everything worse. I pressed both hands against my face. A sob tore out of me. "Cam..." His name barely made it past my lips. I could see him. Sixteen. Seventeen. Twenty. Every version of him I'd ever known flashed through my head. His crooked smile. The grease beneath his fingernails. The way he'd steal fries off my plate and swear he wasn't hungry. The way he'd put his arm around me whenever Dad and I fought. My big brother.My protector. And all this time… He'd
