There was an event in New York to commemorate his death. The death of the man who had murdered my father in cold blood, pushed my mother into near insanity until she tragically passed a year later leaving me and my brother to fend for ourselves at such a young age.
Yes I had just found out he helped us in different ways before he passed and even afterwards through his son but it didn't exactly erase the damage of his revelation.
My father had an affair with Jace's aunt. I was still trying to wrap my head around that.
I thought of calling my brother to tell him everything but some conversations were better had in person.
I was going to tell him when I saw him. When would that be? I wasn't sure yet.
"Ready?" Jace's voice cut through my thoughts.
I nodded.
"It's totally understandable if you don't want to come with me, Mira. You're safe here."
I shook my head slowly. "No. I need the trip."
