Foxy
The restaurant was only half full, the early dinner crowd made up mainly of office workers. It was easy to spot my brother in the crowd His dirty Ill-fitting clothes were like a beacon, but my eyes didn’t linger on him.
He wasn’t the one I was here to see.
Gripping Bens hands I paused as my eyes fell on the teenager in front of me. My breath caught in my throat.
Jace.
The last time I had seen him, he had been little
More than a toddler. The boy in front of me was a young man.
“It’s ok.” Ben whispered.
Even without saying a word, he knew that I was struggling and was trying to comfort me. I shoe him a watery smile, letting him lead me forward.
Jace’s eyes locked with mine, the sound of screeching filling the air as he stood up.
“Don’t let go.” I whispered; my
