Clary sat in her room, thinking about what to do next. She could either wait till her mom had calmed down and ask her questions then, or she could call Jonathan. If she asked her mom, there was a big chance, that a) she wouldn't tell her anything, or b) she would burst into to tears. On the other hand, if she called Jonathan, it would be like going behind her mother's back.
but he's your brother. A voice in her head was saying, this is what siblings do. They turn to each other when there's no one else.
yes, but just because he's your brother, doesn't mean he's not some murderer or something! another part of her mind countered.
After about a half hour of arguing with herself, Clary decided to give Jonathan a call.
" hello?" the deep voice on the phone answered cheerfully.
" ummm... hi, It's Clary. Your... sister?"
her brother's response was immediate.
" oh hey, have you talked to your mom?"
she paused, it was now or never.
" yeah, do you think we could meet, maybe tomorrow?"
Clary's heart was beating, so fast, she was certain it was going to pop out of her chest.
' ah... sure, where?"
Jonathan's voice seemed calm, like he found lost sister's all the time. Maybe he did, Clary didn't know. She didn't know anything about him.
" do you know that coffee shop downtown? It's called Java Jones."
" yeah I know it. You wanna meet there?"
" yeah."
" what time?"
Clary finished school at three, and getting downtown didn't take long, ten, fifteen minutes max.
" umm.. how about three forty-five?" she finally answerd.
" sure, see you then." the line disconnected.
Clary let out a breath, she hadn't noticed she was holding in. There was no ignoring her dad now. After sixteen years, she was finally going to get some answers...