"I think everybody's wondering the same thing." I said as I looked around the garage and every face had turned toward me.
Even Hunter had stopped sweeping and Jace stepped forward.
"There isn't any pressure." Jace said and I smiled faintly.
"I know." I said.
"But...Who taught you to fight like that?" He said hesitating for only a moment.
The workshop became completely silent. I looked toward the old office where Uncle Will used to spend every evening balancing invoices by hand.
For years I had kept those memories to myself. Not because I was ashamed. Because they belonged to him. Tonight felt different.
"I wasn't hiding it because I didn't trust you. It just never seemed important. My uncle believed something very strongly. He believed nobody should depend entirely on someone else t
