Paige’s POV
The house felt unusually quiet that evening, and after dinner, I found myself standing at the bottom of the stairs staring toward the hallway.
I had spent the entire day thinking about Uncle Will, especially after everything that had happened recently, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were still pieces of his life I had never understood.
So instead of watching television or going straight to bed, I went upstairs and opened the door to the spare room where I had stored several boxes of his belongings.
Jace was downstairs talking with Derek, and I knew I had some time before he came looking for me.
I carried the first box onto the bed and sat beside it before opening the lid.
The first thing I found was an old leather jacket.
I smiled immediately because I remem
