Chapter 65: Bellingham Blood

When they finally brought Jace out, I had to bite back so many emotions.

His hair was cropped so short that he was almost bald.

He looked haggard and his eyes were framed by dark circles.

This wasn't the Jace I grew up with, and I think the smiling, joking, laughing boy from back then was never going to return.

I was still so furious at him for killing our brother. For throwing me to the wolves. Abandoning me with his words. For actually wanting to kill me.

But my heart was a bundle of agony, seeing the brother I used to love the most with a face that depressed, while he was in grey jail attire, behind a window separating us.

A part of me wanted to get him out of there. To save him. To hug him.

A part of me missed him so much that I wanted to sob tears that ran down like waterfalls.

Each of us picked up the white telephones that were our only line of contact.