Jace

“So, brother,” Celeste asked as soon as we got in the car. “Can you tell me what was wrong earlier?” I ignored her and started driving.

“Brother,” she called again, but I kept my eyes on the road.

“Jace.”

“What?” I finally snapped.

“I’m only worried about you,” she spoke softly. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing,” I replied. “You don’t need to worry.”

Silence filled the car after that. I should have enjoyed the peace, but I couldn’t. ...