The moon hung high in the night sky, casting soft light into Ivy's bedroom. But sleep was far from her mind.
She paced the length of her room, arms wrapped around herself, her mind replaying every word Hunter had said earlier at the station. The hurt, the apologies, the truths she hadn't expected—each one added weight to her already exhausted heart.
Could she believe him? Ivy paused by the window, staring out at the quiet street. Her fingers brushed against the cold glass, but her mind was far away. Hunter had lied to her before, and yet there was something raw in his eyes when he said he was sorry. It wasn't just guilt—it was pain. Pain that Ivy recognized all too well.
"He never meant for it to go this far," she whispered to herself. But did that mean he was innocent?
Her thoughts shifted to the girl she saw at Hunter's place—Chloe. It couldn't be a coincidence.
