“There’s one more name you might want to add,” Darnell said.
“Yeah? Who’s that?”
“Eugene Reeves—Ivy’s father.”?
?Chapter 47
Ivy was fuming.Fucking Zeke.
Fucking Dr.Moorehead, fucking donations, fucking Princeton.
Fuckinggas.
On the short drive home, Abby called. Ivy didn’t feel like answering, but she needed to vent.
“That’s bullshit,” Abby said after Ivy had explained the situation. “I don’t understand how someone posting a video of you on TikTok is your fault.”
“It’s this stupid code of conduct. But you’re missing the point, Abs—this Zeke kid, he’s dangerous. You should have seen the look in his eyes when the security guards pulled him out of my boss’s office. He was insane.”
“You want me to come over? I’m at work now, but—”
“No, I’ll be okay. The security guards took Zeke away.”
“But if he’s pissed, he might—”
“It’s okay, Abs. I’ll be fine. Just needed someone to talk to.”
“Forget it, I’m coming over.”
“Abs—”
“I’m coming, Ivy. Nothing you can say about it. Just need to wrap up a few patients first.”
“I’m not—”
“I’m coming.”
Ivy sighed. Abby was as stubborn as she was loyal. Besides, Abby had already hung up.
Ivy pulled into her driveway and went inside, making sure to lock the door behind her.
She didn’t know what to do. Work, probably. Get going on that abstract for the conference. But that wasn’t happening.
Ivy kept picturing Zeke’s face. The anger in it.
The fury.
Jesus, the kid was off his rocker.
Ivy tossed her keys on the table by the door a little too aggressively, and they smacked into the only framed picture on it. It teetered, but Ivy grabbed it before it fell.
It was a photo of her family—of Ivy, her father, and her mother, taken just a few weeks before her father’s accident, outside Fine Hall. The day that Ivy completed her PhD dissertation.
They all looked so happy, their smiles genuine.
Ivy stroked the side of her father’s unblemished face. There was such intelligence behind those hazel eyes.
Such brilliance.
