“You can’t be serious,” Isabelle breathes out in disbelief. “A divorce?”
Alec’s leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed over his chest, staring outside. He’ll miss this, the view. They both loved it, he and Jace. But even now, the flat doesn’t feel like home anymore. Not without Jace here, at his side.
“Yes,” Alec responds in a quiet voice, not turning to his sister. “He asked me to let him go.”