Ivy clenched her jaw so hard that it began to ache.
Abby arrived moments later and immediately jumped out of her car. Ran over and hugged Ivy, who leaned into it.
What a fucking day.
They stayed this way for several moments, only separating when someone bellowed behind them.
Devon again.
“Let’s go.”
They started to drive.
Abby didn’t ask questions, knew Ivy needed time.
All that blood, all this death.
They arrived at her house.
The black CSU van was still there, as were several squad cars.
“I’m over there.”
Abby parked beside her car. Thankfully, it was far enough away that the cops didn’t notice them.
“You want to go to my place?” Abby offered.
“Yes—but there’s something I need to do first.”
“I hate when you say that. I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“I’ll swing by after. I gotta go.”
“I’m coming with you.”
No fucking way.
“No,” Ivy said forcefully.
Abby’s manicured eyebrows rose up her pale forehead. “Ivy, I’m scared.”
“Me, too.”
Now it was Ivy who hugged her friend.
“Thank you, Abs. I’ll come by as soon as I’m done.”
Dr.Moorehead—if anyone other than Zeke was to blame, it was him. If the asshole had only called the cops like she’d told him to, Rebecca would still be alive.
Fuck him.
Ivy knew that doing anything now was a bad idea. She was paradoxically exhausted and energized at the same time. She should just go to Abby’s house. Finally get some rest, let this simmer. Figure things out in the morning.
Bold decisions made during times of stress never ended well.
Instead, Ivy stormed into Dr.Moorehead’s office, surprised when there was no secretary there to stop her.
More surprised to not find the bald man behind his desk.
