Aria

“I’m sorry," Jace whispered, his voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I should have trusted you more.”

He held my hand, and I felt something wet drop onto my skin. Tears. Jace was crying, actually crying.

Perfect.

The sound of his voice told me everything I needed to know. He felt guilty. He thought everything was his fault. He thought he was the one who had pushed me into this coma. He believed he had broken me.

I wanted to open my eyes right then and there. I wanted ...