Chapter 11

JERICHO

I expelled a sharp breath and pivoted around my bedroom at the Astor mansion. Gunnar had called me this morning and suggested I start packing up everything I wanted. However, I didn't know where to begin. So far, I had three empty piles: Throw, keep, and donate. If I had a choice, though, I'd have kept everything in the room.

To both my brother's these halls were haunted. They had been this way for a while. Haunted with memories and sadness so destructive it could probably rip their sanity to shreds. It was a wonder how either of them still came home at night and lived in this place.

To me, it was the only thing I had connecting me to my parents. Parents I wished I knew longer. I wished I had the privilege of having my mother fuss over me on graduation day and hearing my dad tell me how proud of my achievements he was. I'd never get that. Instead, I got Gunnar who fussed over me the way mom would. He made sure I was dressed to take over the world that day. And Ace was the on