It didn’t matter why anymore.

Jace said Lindey’s death was on him and Wayne, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t blameless

either.

She’d treated me like her own daughter, but I kept my distance, too wrapped up in the pain of losing my parents.

Memories of her flashed through my mind-how she’d tried so hard to bring me back, sneaking me mini tarts, even making my favorite pumpkin custard this morning

She’d planned this. I could feel it.

It was like someone ripped a hole in my chest, the cold cutting through me like knives.