“Ace...” I began but he walked out and stood near the window, his hand on the frame. He wasn’t looking at me, not yet. 

When he finally turned, he said calmly. “You know what’s been driving me insane?” 

I forced a small laugh, even though my chest was tight. “That’s a long list, Ace.” 

He didn’t smile. “It’s you.” 

My breath caught, though I tried to hide it. “Ace—” 

“I’m not joking,” he said. “It’s you. Every single day. Every time ...