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Clary's POV
"My dad said they died in a car accident," Jonathan said.
"I'm sorry," I immediately said, and suddenly a dim bell goes in my head, bringing back the memory of an old conversation with Jace.
"Who's this?" I said, pointing to a slender young girl with blonde hair like Jace's and blue eyes like ice, next to a small green-eyed boy that I knew had to be Joshua. I'd always wondered how each child in the Herondale family had a different color of eyes, but not even Jace could answer that question.
"Oh, that's Jianna, my sister," he said. I stared at him.
"I didn't know you had a sister," I said. Jace shook his head.
"I did, but she'd died when I was one. Joshua was eight when she died, so I barely knew her, but Joshua says she was a lot like my mom," he said. There was an obvious regret in his voice, and I placed my arm on his shoulder just to comfort him.
"I'm sorry," I said, and Jace turned to me.
"Why are you apologizing for? It wasn't your fault she died," he said, sounding harsh. Then as if realizing what he'd just said, his face and expression softened.
"It's a way of sympathy, I guess," I said.
"Hey, Clary?" I was snapped back into reality and realized that Jonathan was still in front of me, a worried look plastered on his face.
"What?" I said, and looked down to see that our order had come. I took the burger out of the wrapper and ate, realizing that I was hungry.
"Nothing," he said, and took a bite of his own burger and we ate in silence. I stared at him, before I put down my burger.
"Sorry for tuning out," I said, "You remind me of someone," Jonathan looked at me and smiled.
"Ah, you mean Jace," he said. I stared. How could he have read me so easily?
"How do you know him?" I asked. Jonathan laughed again, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the Patty shooting me a cold glare.
"Sebastian is my friend," Jonathan said, and that seemed to explain everything. I looked at my watch.
"Isn't your dad waiting for you at home or something?" I asked, and Jonathan gave me a serious look.
"My dad's dead," he said in a flat monotone voice.
Alec's POV
Magnus and I stared at the picture in shock, before Magnus removes the picture and check all the names. In the back was written an inscription that only said Idris Boarding School. I suddenly remembered that my mom kept her old yearbooks in a small drawer in the attic. I ran up the stairs and after rummaging through her old school trunk, I held up the yearbook and rushed down to where Magnus was sitting.
"Here," I said, and opened the page to where Mom's year was supposed to be. I recognized a few familiar faces until I saw the woman; whose name was Jocelyn Fairchild and the man who was looking at her was Valentine Morgenstern.
"Do you think we should tell Clary?" Magnus asked. I thought about Clary, who had been through so much. I knew that this would just add to the fact that Jace was her brother which was already heavy enough.
"No," I said. Magnus tried to protest but I cut him off.
"We don't tell her. We keep it secret," I said, hoping and praying that I made the right choice, although a voice at the back of my mind said otherwise.
Clary's POV
I immediately shut up. Great going Fray, I thought.
"Oh, I'm…" Jonathan cut me off.
"Don't, please," he said, and I shut up again. He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but I just don't like it when people say that," he said, and I nodded.
"How did he die?" I asked, the words slipping out of my tongue before I could stop myself.
"Sorry," I said, after an awkward silence. He shook his head.
"No, it's okay," he said, and he took a breath.
"I was too young to remember my mom. I was only about two or three when she died, and my dad died when I was nineteen. I was just finishing up college then. I was a great student, and my professors were impressed by me, at least that's what they say," he said, and breathed in and out.
"He left me everything; the house, the money, the business. I was smart enough to handle money and I was good at business, so I was fine, but the job got lonely after a while. It still is," he said, and I suddenly felt a rush of sympathy for Jonathan.
"I've got to go. Mind dropping me home?" I asked, and Jonathan smiled.
"Not at all, come on," he said, and I got up and walked with him. He stopped by Patty and gave her some money. She smiled and waved at him. He didn't wave back.
I asked Jonathan if he could stop by my old house so I could get the last few things I needed. They mostly consisted of my old French and Spanish books and some art supplies, so I knew I wouldn't take very long. I went to my room, and rummaged through my old drawer to look for my drawing pencils. I found them and held them out triumphantly, but I found an envelope stuck onto the drawer. On it was written Clary in an elegant writing I didn't recognize. I took the envelope, and opened it. I dropped the envelope on the ground as I stared at the picture. On it, was a young two year old Jonathan with his striking white blonde hair and dark eyes. And then, there was a woman and a man. Memories started coming back to me in flashes. A beautiful ball. A red-haired woman with green eyes in a gorgeous white gown dancing with a man that looked a lot like Jonathan. Jonathan staring into my eyes, calling me his sister. But most of all, I felt a feeling tug me in the stomach. A feeling that told me that I knew the woman and the man from somewhere other than dreams. That they were very close to me, that I had known them for all my life.
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