Jace was in a mood.
I walked into his room and found him just sitting there, staring into space.
I hesitated for a bit before eventually asking him what was wrong.
He showed me a stiff grin. "I'm fine."
"You don't look okay." I said, scanning his features.
I cared too much about him but today I couldn't help it.
"You'd probably get mad if I tell you what it is." He said.
"Well?" I insisted after several beats of silence.
I watched him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"It's been fifteen years since my father died."
I felt my blood run cold.
Don Vittorio. The man whose face I had struggled to remember every time I saw his photograph. Not until the secret was revealed to me by Massimo.
It had been fifteen years since the man who murdered my father right before my eyes met his own death. How nice.
I stared at Jace but I wasn't seeing him. All I could see was his father's face as the scenario replayed itself in my eyes.
~Flashback~
