Left on the counter of the store, was a clasped manilla envelope with Jace's name written on it. Attached to the outside was a note, taped to the top.
The letter reads:
"Jace-
I've realized now that the problem was never you needing space, and my inability to give it to you. The problem was me being around period. I noticed that tonight at the Club. I told you to be your own person, and you did just that. I only thought when you said you needed time and space, that you needed that, from everyone in general. It was my foolish mistake to think that my honoring that included reducing my greetings to handshakes, and a barely friendly hug to Nico. I saw first handedly how you treated that. With nibbles, embraces and kisses.. To that wretch you are with. Indeed, she must really be something, and must be good people. This letter is to inform you of one thing, you're getting just that. Within this envelope, are signed documents of me giving you my half of the store, in turn making you the sole owner. I will have nothing to do with what is now, your store. The finances, the paperwork, all if it is now for you to do with it as you wish. Nico has been notified of the change, and knows now you are her sole boss. By the time you read this, my things will have been removed from my quarters, and accompanying the papers, below the envelope are the Sesame Street Shirts I got for us back in New York.
I can't stand to even look at them, they sicken me. Just as the sight of you at the bar disgusted me. I wanted to hurl because of the sickening sight you were, but I couldn't. You didn't want to be around me, you've got it. And don't bother calling my phone. The one on record is being shut off, and a new one will be re-established. You've got your wish.