Becca
I don’t go home after the news breaks. I can’t. My brain is a riot of noise and my chest feels like it’s full of static. That kind of weird buzzing you feel when you’ve been running on adrenaline for too long and your body finally realises it.
So I walk.
No plan, just movement. The night air hits my face, and it helps a little to keep me calm. I shove my hands deep into my pockets and try to outrun the realisation that Jace might actually go to prison for me.
“i***t,” I mutter. I’m not sure if I’m talking about him or myself.
My phone vibrates. I ignore it. It vibrates again. And again. Finally, I yank it out just to kill the noise.
Evan.
I stare at the screen for a second before answering. “What?”
“Where are you?” he asks
“Out,” I reply
“Becca—” he calls
“I don’t need a
