“Jett?” His voice is a razor rasp that slices straight into my heart. “Lilac.” My heart stops. So does time. Cheek pressed to the toilet seat, he shoots me the goofiest grin. “Finally killed her.” “Are you…okay?” Because I’m fucking not. Which of them left him on his own, so drunk off his ass he’s smiling? Jett never smiles. JJ smiles.
