Jace

“I’m fine,” I buzzed, my voice rough from crying. “Go do what you came here to do.”

“You don’t look fine, brother,” she said softly, taking another step closer. “You were crying. What happened?”

“Stop calling me that,” I snapped. “I hate it when you call me brother.”

“Jace,” she tried again. “Please tell me what happened.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not,” she admitted quietly. “But I still care about you.”

What could I do ...