/Third Person POV/
Jace had no idea why his mother sat on the ledge of stairs. She always had a cigarette in between her hands. But this time, tears were streaming down her eyes as she stared outside. The railing against the ledge was thin but made of iron.
Jace thought that he might have done something, and that's why his mother was not talking to him again. But the five-year-old cleaned up the living room as she asked him. Not only that, but he steered clear of all his crayons. The last time he had forgotten to box them, and his mother tripped on them.
She was so furious about landing on her back that she broke all his crayons in little pieces. Jace had to beg his father to get him a new one.
"Mummy?" He timidly whispered, standing a few inches away. The stench of smoke made him f
