"You fell," I tell her softly. "And you hit your head, but you're going to be fine. We're going to take you to the hospital."

"An ambulance is on the way," Jake calls out, jogging over from the office. "Did you trip on your bad foot, Jace?" he asks, kneeling next to me and staring down at Jacey.

She shakes her head in confusion. "I don't know."

Guilt eats at me because I didn't even know her foot was still bothering her. What I do know is she hurt her foot in the first place because of me. Protecting me.

I sit with her wordlessly, holding her hand until the paramedics arrive. They load her onto a gurney and roll her into the back of the ambulance, where I insist on riding with her. She's still disoriented, and I can't stand the thought of sending her away alone.

"Are you a family member?" one of them asks, staring at me curiously. I see the realization when it dawns. "Aren't you Dominic Kinkaide?"

"Yeah," I nod. "I'm her brother."

Jacey's eyes are fluttering closed again. At this point and the EMT looks at me, knowing that I'm lying but not questioning my words. "Keep your sister awake," she instructs. "I'm going to start an IV."

I squeeze Jacey's hand.

"Jace, you've got to stay awake. Let's talk about the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier. Or about racing. Do you want to go back out to the track?"

"Not with you," she tells me groggily, her eyelids fluttering. "I'm not going anywhere with you again, Dom. You're fucking toxic."

The EMT glances at me as she pushes a syringe into an IV line. "She's probably confused. It's common with head injuries."

Jacey's not confused. At all. She's never made more sense. But her words have never been more painful.

"It's okay, Jace," I tell her. "We'll talk about this when you feel better. For now, you've got to stay awake. You hit your head hard. You picked one of the only spots that isn't covered with a mat to fall on. You probably should've planned that a little better."

She doesn't crack a smile. Her eyes stay closed, but I know she's awake because she's still squeezing my hand from time to time.

I talk with her the entire ride to the hospital, but when we arrive, they wheel her away on the squeaky gurney and make me stay in the waiting room.

The emergency room waiting area seems like a wasteland for lost souls. People are hunched over and tired, people are sick, people are curled up and sad. It sucks the energy out of me, and I hunker down in my seat, hoping no one recognizes me. I'm definitely not in the mood for that.

I keep my nose buried in tattered magazines until I'm called back an hour later.

"You're her brother?" the doctor asks. I nod. What's another lie in the scheme of things?

"Your sister has a mild concussion. She's actually really lucky, because from what I was told, she fell from rather high up. We can keep her overnight, but she'd be more comfortable in her own bed. The thing is, she shouldn't be alone. Would you or someone else be able to stay with her? Wake her up every couple of hours to make sure that she's lucid? If she acts out of it, or if you can't wake her, call an ambulance. Do you feel comfortable with that?"

I nod. "Of course. I'll stay with her myself."

The doctor smiles tiredly. "Great. I'll get her paperwork ready and she'll be ready to go soon."

More waiting.

The clock ticks slowly on and I sigh. Apparently, it doesn't make it go any faster to watch it.

I get a cup of shitty hospital coffee, arrange for Jacey's bill to be sent to me, and am back in the waiting room by the time a nurse comes wheeling her out. Jacey looks disgruntled and she hasn't even seen me yet.

"I don't need anyone to babysit me," she grumbles to the nurse as I get to my feet. I have to smile at her attitude.

The nurse looks at me in relief, probably anxious to get Jacey off her hands.

"Your brother is here to take you home. He's going to watch you tonight."

Jacey's head snaps up and she looks around.

"Gabe's here?" she asks, and it pains me to hear the excitement in her voice. I hate to be the one to disappoint her.

"No, it's just me," I tell her. "I'm going to sit with you tonight."

She stares at me, her expression falling like a stone, but she doesn't reveal my lie to the nurse. She waits until exactly five minutes later when we're in my car alone to rip into me.

"What the fuck?" she snaps as I drive out of the parking garage and toward her little house. "You think you can take advantage of me when I'm down? Really? That's how you operate? I don't want you to stay with me, Dominic."

"I just want to help," I assure her, glancing at the way she's rubbing her head. "I'm sorry you fell, Jacey. I feel responsible because you hurt your foot in the first place because of me. Just let me take care of you tonight, then I'll leave you alone. I promise."

"No," Jacey snaps, staring at me, her brown eyes snapping. "Just... no. Stop the car and I'll call someone else."

"Like Brand?" I ask acerbically. "You want him to come riding to your rescue again and you can pretend that you don't know what he feels for you?"

Jacey stares at me, her gaze falling, and for a minute I feel bad for goading her. But shit. She can't keep running to him every time she has a problem.

"I'm too tired to argue," Jacey finally says wearily, leaning her head against the window. "Brand and I had a come-to-Jesus, and you were right, okay? Is that what you want to hear? You were right. Brand's in love with me. I don't feel the same way, and it's driving a wedge in between us, so I can't call him. I'm on my own. Just... take me home and drop me off, if you want to help. I'm so tired that I can't stay awake."

I'm stunned about her and Brand. I'm stunned she would tell me that I was right all along. I'm stunned that she's not going to call him anyway because she leans on him for everything.

A part of me feels intense satisfaction that she's not leaning on him tonight.

I'm here instead.

"I'm sorry about Brand," I tell her. "I know how much you love him."

"Let's not talk about him," she answers firmly. "Let's just... not."

"Okay," I reply, ignoring her icy tone. "Then I'll just tell you that you're not on your own. I'm here. And it's normal to feel sleepy. You can go to sleep when we get to your house, but I have to stay with you and wake you up every two hours. Doctor's orders."

"Oh, fucking great," she mutters, closing her eyes. "I can't wait."

When we get to her house, she changes into pajamas and then climbs into bed.

"You can sleep on the sofa," she tells me firmly as I pull the blankets up to her chin. I nod.

"Whatever makes you comfortable."

"You leaving would make me comfortable," she grumbles and rolls onto her side, dismissing me. I settle myself on the sofa.

I don't sleep. Instead I read a book until it's time to wake her up the first time.

As I stare down at her, I can't help but notice how innocent and beautiful she looks while she's asleep. Completely trusting. I gently shake her shoulder and she opens her eyes.

"Jacey, do you feel all right?"

She nods.

"Yes or no?" I clarify.

"Yes," she sighs.

"What's your full name?"

"Jaselyn Elizabeth Vincent."

"I didn't know that," I tell her. "It's pretty."

It suits her. But I don't add that.

"It's after my grandma." She yawns. "When I was born, Gabe couldn't say it very well. He called me Jacey, and eventually everyone else did too. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I don't think so," I tell her uncertainly. "I need to make sure you're lucid first."

She stares at me, and I can see when the sleep lifts and clarity sets in. Her expression hardens.

"Why are you here, Dominic?" she asks suddenly. "You could've told the hospital the truth-and they would've asked me for someone else to call. You didn't have to stay there and you don't have to stay here now. What kind of game are you playing?"

A tiny muscle in my jaw ticks. "I don't know," I answer her honestly. "But it's not a game. For once, it's not a game. I want to be here."

She sighs, a tiny sound in the night. "But why? You're only making things worse. You're dragging things out when we need to just end them. It's cleaner that way. Less painful. Trust me, I know all about endings."

"I don't want to end things," I tell her raggedly. I know that her response could crush me, but I can't take it back. "I don't want to end things," I repeat.

As I say the words aloud, it validates what I feel even more. I don't want to end things. I don't know what I want, but I don't want that. Somehow, against my best efforts, I've let her in. And now that she's in, I can't let go of her. I can't experience that kind of loss again.

She closes her eyes. "You can't give me what I need, Dominic," she says plainly. "So what's the point? I can't settle for less. Not anymore."

Panic wells up in me, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue, because she might be right. Not because I don't want to give her what she needs, but because I might be incapable.

But I can fucking try.

"What do you need?" I ask, and the words scrape my throat painfully.

"You," she answers simply. "All of you... and you aren't able to give me that."

My breath comes quicker now, in rasps and almost pants. I don't know what a panic attack feels like, but I feel like I might be getting ready to have one. My ribs feel like steel bands that are constricting my lungs in a vise. I suck a harsh breath in, then let it out slowly.

"How do you know?" I ask finally. "I haven't tried."

"Because I know you," she says simply, her eyes closed and her eyelashes dark against her pale cheeks. "I know you."

"Do you?" I ask, my voice empty. "Do you really?"

Jacey opens her eyes again, and I see a million things there. Painful things, confused things.

Hopeful things.

"Fine. Maybe I don't, so why don't you tell me?" she suggests softly. "Tell me who you are. Tell me about Emma. That's a start."

Jesus. I can't breathe.

The vise around my lungs moves to my heart, constricting it, crushing it, grinding it to a pulp while I try to breathe.

I manage to take a breath and stare into the corner of the room, into the dark.

"Why that?" I manage to ask. "Why do I have to talk about Emma? She doesn't affect you and me."

Jacey stares at me, her gaze dark. "Doesn't she?" she asks softly. "You're in love with her, Dominic. And she's there... in every little thing you do."

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to force out the truth. But I know she's right. Everything I do, everything that is fucked up about me, is because of Emma. And if I ever want to get past it, if I ever want something that is real and good, I have to confront it. I have to confront her.

"See?" Jacey asks quietly. "I knew you couldn't do it. Just go, Dom. I'll call Kaylie to sit with me."

My eyes fly open.

"No," I say firmly, fueled by desperation. "Let me try." Jacey stares at me doubtfully, afraid to hope now.

"I'm not in love with Emma. She's dead. I know that. But I can't help but love her. She was my first everything. My first kiss, my first love, my first time. I'll always love her. Because of everything that happened with her, I'll never get away from it. From her."

I pause, letting the words soak in for Jacey.

"Emma's dead. She died a horrible death and it was the worst thing I've ever seen. I don't think I can describe that night, I can't even put it into words. I've never been able to talk about it with anyone... not even my family. I think about her face and that last night and I freeze up. The words die in my mouth and I can't say them. But if you need this... if this is what you need... I'll try."

The air is charged between us, and it hangs heavily. But it doesn't matter, because the one thing I need happens... Jacey's face softens at my words and she nods.

"I'm sorry," she whispers softly. "I know it's hard. But I do need this. I need to understand what happened, because I think it will explain everything. I need to know you, Dom."

I feel weak with relief, but at the same time I'm tense. I know I have one shot to explain, to make her understand, and I have to get it right. Even though there's no getting anything with Emma's fucked-up situation right. It was always all wrong. On every level.

I look out the window at the night sky as I speak. I can't look at Jacey's face... it might kill me to see her reaction. There's no way I want to see her face when she hears what I did. Who I was. How I acted.

"Emma and I grew up together," I begin. "She was always at my house, with Kira, playing with Duncan, Sin, Fiona, and me. We were all like family."

"Until you started dating," Jacey interrupts. I smile, just a little, at the memory of my first date with Emma.

"Yeah. Our first date was an accident... when we were sophomores. Her car died on our road. I was on my way out, so I picked her up and took her with me. I was driving my dad's old classic Nova... and it had a cassette tape stuck in the deck. If we wanted to listen to anything, our only choice was "Brown Eyed Girl." We probably listened to that song fifty times that night... but it turned out all right because the night ended with a goodnight kiss. All of a sudden, we realized that we didn't feel like brother and sister anymore."

Jacey stares at me, a knowing look in her eyes. "That's how you knew about Brand. You recognized it because that's what happened with you and Emma."

I nod.