With her head bowed, her eyes swollen from silent crying, and a pain gnawing at her soul, Ivvy walked slowly through the cold halls of NOVA, her tears streaming down her face. She headed for her happy place, the small garden on the rooftop. She climbed the stairs leading to the rooftop, her trembling hands clutching the railing as if her body might collapse at any moment. The wind grew stronger as she ascended, carrying with it the metallic scent of the iron gate and the faint scent of flowers.
Pushing open the heavy black iron gate that led to the rooftop, it was like entering another world.
