Chapter 39

• Tripp and Clary were lying down on the furry carpet in his apartment living room. Nashville laughed every time Tripp lifted him in the air, his sweet angel voice echoing in the entire space.
• When he was alone, he looked around and saw nothing but a luxury apartment without a soul. One time, he went home drunk, and he swore as if he’d seen his future having a happy family, and that somehow gave him hope.
• “You’re so good at this,” Clary commented with the puffy stuffed bear.