Chapter 127

• Jace was back in the car, the memory so vivid he could almost feel the leather seat beneath him and hear his mother’s soft humming to the tune of her favorite song.
• The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape as they drove. He was a child again, his legs swinging off the seat, carefree and happy.
• His father’s voice, deep and comforting, mingled with his mother’s laughter, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.