I stared at my mother's message for several seconds, and although I had spent years wishing she would finally reach out to me, the words on the screen didn't bring the relief I had expected.
They brought questions. Too many questions.
Please don't tell Jace yet.
That sentence bothered me more than anything else.
If this was simply about Uncle Will, then why did she want the conversation kept from Jace?
I slipped my phone into my pocket as Jace walked toward me.
"What did she say?" He asked as I looked at him.
"She wants to meet." I said.
"About what?" He asked.
"Uncle Will." I said as his expression tightened.
"What exactly did she say?" He asked and I hesitated.
"She didn't explain." I said as Jace studied my face.
"You don't have to meet her alone." He said.
"I know." I said
