Jace

Then she walked away.

I stood there, frozen. Watching her disappear down the hallway.

“Ha!” The scream tore from my throat the moment she was out of sight.

I collapsed, falling to my knees on the cold hotel floor. Something wet touched my cheek. I reached up and touched my face. Tears. I was crying.

I stared at the wetness on my fingers in disbelief. When was the last time I cried? Ten years ago? Fifteen?

Why was I crying now? More tears came, and I couldn’t stop them. They poured down my face, and my shoulders shook.

Was I crying because I knew I had wronged her? Because...