Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 835

Tanya walked right into the trap. She'd been so desperate for the spotlight that she didn't even see it coming.

"Does this mean the police have everything they need? Will Hayden and the others be back soon?" I asked, steering the conversation back to what actually mattered. "Yeah, it won't be long now. Aaron's handling the last bit of cleanup," Jace replied.

As he spoke, I studied him more closely. He looked thinner-his already sharp features now even more defined.

I wasn't surprised. His parents were gone, his brother was on the run, and he'd been helping me juggle crisis after crisis. It was a lot for anyone to bear.

"You've been through so much lately," I said softly, my gratitude clear.

"This is my responsibility. Wayne caused this, so it's on me."

The calm, heavy way he said it struck me. Wayne always acted like he was Jace's equal- better, even-but in this moment, Jace's integrity made their differences painfully obvious.

"Rea," Jace said, his voice pulling me from my thoughts. "Today's the thirty-fifth day since my parents passed. Will you come with me to visit them?"

My mom once told me that the Kehlmarkan tradition was to believe that souls linger for a while after death, finally leaving on the thirty-fifth day.

""Of course," I said without hesitation.

***

The cemetery was quiet.

Lindey and Matthew's gravestone had their photo etched on it, their names carved beneath. Their love story hadn't been epic or fairy-tale perfect, but now they lay side by side-united in death.

down there,

left my lips, I realized it was true

237. 237.

his voice full of

was clear he'd brought

"I

path with me, giving me warmth and love, even if it hadn't been

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would be at peace knowing that," Jace murmured, his gaze locked on

Jace spoke again, his tone quiet. "Rea, will you visit

if you didn't ask,

he said. "That way, they

glanced at him, walking beside me.

I?" he asked, his tone

used to hold you back," I said, finally putting my finger on what

peeled back the layers of the world, seeing it for what

detached and calm.

return, losing his parents, and all the

that's gone numb. Maybe this was his

***

the cemetery, I headed home. As I approached my building, I noticed a pregnant woman holding

cheeks, fair

pretty," I couldn't help but say, smiling