I stood up almost immediately. What I felt right now couldn't be called anger, because anger was a massive understatement. My chest burned, tight and suffocating.
I rushed to throw on a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, my hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline. I hurried over to Jace’s room and knocked loudly several times. When no one answered, I pushed the door open, but the room was completely empty.
Frustrated, I checked the table in the sitting room where we always leave the car keys. There was nothing there. It hit me then that he must have gone out, but where?
He didn't have any friends and practically lived indoors, unless it had something to do with hockey or painting. Now that I had taken over the hockey aspect of his life, he only had painting left, and he only did that occa
