The words were out of her mouth before she even realized what she was doing. She didn’t like Coen’s father. He had said some awful things about her that even Coen didn’t know she overheard, but his sister looked so desperate and she really did like Nora, Coen’s mother. She had always been nice to Ivy.
“What? Ives, no! I don’t want to deal with dad either. It’s been a shitty few days already.” Coen whispered the “shitty” part and caused her to laugh softly. The house was full of so much tension, understandably, that Ivy was feeling suffocated. The loss of Juliet hit everyone hard, but Ivy almost felt guilty morning her friend, because the pain she felt was nothing compared to what Alexandra was going through.
“Coen, Adira came all this way. Your mothe
