I woke before sunrise on the anniversary of Uncle Will's death. For several moments I simply lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
The date had been sitting in the back of my mind for weeks. Waiting and approaching. Growing closer with every passing day.
Beside me, Jace slept peacefully. One arm rested across my waist while the early morning light filtered softly through the curtains.
Normally I enjoyed mornings like this. Quiet mornings. Comfortable mornings but today felt different. Today carried weight.
I carefully slipped out of bed without waking him and headed toward the bathroom.
The shower helped clear my head, but it didn't erase the ache sitting inside my chest.
After drying off, I brushed my teeth, pulled on jeans and a simple black shirt, then headed downstairs.
Diesel foll
