HANNAH
“I know,” he muttered around a mouthful. “But I can’t remember the last time I had a really good meal.”
A strangled sob broke the moment.
We all turned toward the door. My mother stood there.
My father’s fork slipped from his fingers.
Then, before anyone could react, she launched herself into his arms. Jace barely managed to snatch the tray away before it tumbled to the floor.
“Oh, I missed you,” she cried.
Tears welled in my eyes again, blurring my vision. This was a moment I had dreamt of—my parents reunited, together again. And now, it was real.
When my mother finally pulled back, my father cast a not-so-subtle glance at the tray Jace held.
She laughed through her tears. “I’m sorry. Of course, you’re starving. Go on, eat.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He ate with t
