JADE's POV
The speed at which things spiraled out of control in this house never failed to surprise me. As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough, Silas and I were now teamed up in a drunken Jenga match, squaring off against our fathers.
It was some kind of Lockwood tradition—one that they never played sober. As Silas and I set up the wooden blocks, we each took turns downing shots. I vaguely remembered moments like this from the past, hazy memories of us laughing over this same game. It was a strange fragment of normalcy, nestled in the chaos of everything else.
My father went first, easily pulling a block from the middle and setting it on top. When it was my turn, I followed suit. The game went on like this for a few rounds, tension-free and easy.
But as the tower grew
