Calla:
This was a terrible idea. Being here. With Jace. At our old spot. Drinking stolen strawberry seltzers beneath the bridge like we were teenagers again. Everything about it was a terrible idea. So naturally… I wanted to do something even worse. I stared up at the bridge. The concrete pillars stretched above us, disappearing into the darkness. I remembered climbing them. Camden leading the way. Jace right behind him. Me following, despite being four years younger and absolutely forbidden from being there. I had always been good at ignoring instructions.
"Do you remember?" I asked.
Jace followed my gaze. His mouth curved. "The bridge?"
"The pilings."
His eyes narrowed. "Calla."
"What?"
"No."
I turned toward him. "We used to climb to the top."
"Yes."
"And jump."
"Yes."
"Let's
