It was clear how shaken we all were from recent events, and it was also ridiculous how nervous we all were about answering the front door.
“Becs, it’s your boss,” my dad said, entering the room with Jace in tow.
“Jace,” I began, standing up, “how did it go?”
“Fine,” he answered in a sympathetic manner to everyone who was in the room, “I’ve got a cast iron alibi about my whereabouts, I’ve also answered any questions they had for me, and they’ve acknowledged that I had nothing to do with any of this, and let me go.”
“I’m so sorry that I thought it was you,” I whispered, looking down at the floor.
“You have nothing to reproach yourself for,” Jace soothed, coming over to me and resting his arm on my shoulders. “I can see why you had your doubts, but I promise you, I would neve
