that settles things.”
That sentence chilled me more than the will itself.
Because it sounded less like grief…
…and more like victory.
Still, I waited for Ivy to say something.
Anything.
She didn’t.
That evening Vanessa arrived at the house with movers before sunset.
Not days later.
Not after discussions.
Immediately.
“Ivy will be staying with me now,” she announced continue reading …