Chapter 225 Searching The Streets

• Jace
• I step further into her bedroom, the air pressing down on me like a weight I can’t shake off. Everything about this place feels frozen in time, a relic of a girl who no longer exists. The walls, the furniture, the faint scent of a cheap floral perfume still lingering—it’s all the same. Untouched. Or maybe put back exactly as it was, a desperate attempt to preserve something long gone.
• I stop in front of the mirror, my gaze catching on a photo tucked into the frame. The edges are worn, like it’s been held too many times, like it’s meant too much for too long. I pick it up, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. It’s us. Younger, happier, untouched by everything that came after.