Prologue

Clary POV

I spent a whole year being happy after the hell Camille had put me through was finally over. I had told Jace about the new baby and he was thrilled to finally get the chance to raise one of his kids from the very beginning. Sadly, I could not keep all of the promises I made, which included no longer keeping secrets. So here I sit in a rocking chair in an insane asylum staring at the wall pretending to be crazy.

So you know why I am doing this, you need to know what has happened in the last year; aside from having a little boy we named Joshua. A few months after he was born I received a package in the mail. This packaged contained pictures of both my kids and the rest of my family, along with a red target over their faces. A note was included with the pictures that simply read, Their All Dead Now. To say this freaked me out was an understatement, but I knew it wasn't true since Josh was right next to me, alive and well.

I thought it was a prank at first, you know, someone who worked for Camille was just sending me a message that they hated what I did to her. I burned all the pictures and tried to forget about it. An hour later, I got a text message that read, 'The game has begun again, Love Camille'. This message scared the hell out of me. Another minute passed and a link to a live stream showed up on my phone. My heart sank as I opened the link to see the barrel of a rifle that was aimed at my daughter. Ana was playing in the school's playground with all of her friends. My heart broke, because I knew Camille had found a way to start her game again from prison.

Camille was now legally blind from the homemade acid trap I tricked her into walking through, but I guess that was not stopping her from using her resources for revenge. The video and link then disappeared off of my phone. I had no proof that she was doing anything, since I had burnt the pictures, yep a stupid idea. Even the previous text message was no longer there. I know Jace would have believed me, but I could not risk everyone's life, not when I have to children to consider. Camille was not above killing them to send me a message. I had to come up with a plan to deal with this issue.

A month later, after several more videos and text messages had arrived, which all disappeared within a minute of arriving, I knew I had to put my new plan into action. So, I slowly declined into post partum depression, which lead to a catatonic state or at least that is what everyone else thought. I needed time to gather evidence, but keep my family safe at the same time, so going fake crazy seemed like a good idea. It would put me into a place where I could potentially escape from, since Jace always had guards on me after the whole Camille thing happened.

I knew Camille would love the idea of me going slowly crazy, especially if she is the cause of my issues. I knew the only place they would put me was the Idris Mental Health Clinic, which has its own security. This means that Jace's guards would not be allowed on the property. I had worked a few months in the facility helping out with upgrading their medical lab for some extra money when Ana was a toddler. I knew the layout; I just needed time to plan an escape.

This is when we come back to the present day with me sitting in my rocking chair staring at the wall. It has been a few weeks since they admitted me and I am not showing any signs of improvement. Jace used to come by once a day, but I overheard him saying to my doctor that it was getting too hard for him with Ana and Josh. This plan is killing me, but it is the best for my family. Once I am out, I can figure out how to deal with the threat against my family once and for all. I am tired of breaking promises.