The drive to my parents' house felt longer than it should have.
Jace drove because he had taken one look at my face after the phone call and decided I wasn't getting behind the wheel.
Neither of us spoke much during the trip. His hand remained wrapped around mine across the center console and every few minutes his thumb brushed gently over my knuckles.
The simple contact helped. Not enough to stop the knot twisting in my stomach but enough to keep me steady.
By the time we pulled into the circular driveway, I had already prepared myself for bad news.
What I hadn't prepared for was Charlotte's car sitting outside and I stared at it while Jace noticed immediately.
"That's not a good sign." Jace said.
"No." I said as my voice sounded flat.
"No, it isn't." I added and he squeezed my ha
