Ivy
The moment the bedroom door closes behind us, I let out a breath. There are no more eyes watching me here. Not within these four walls. But even behind closed doors, it does little to remove the weight on my chest.
The air already seems different, as if it is aware that something is coming and is just waiting to see what happens.
Noah’s little hand still trembles where it grips mine, but the second the door clicks shut, he lets go of my hand without a word and crawls onto the bed. He buries himself in the pillows like he’s trying to build a fortress that he can disappear inside. He may be quiet, but his hazel eyes speak volumes.
His little mind is spinning, and I know that he must have a thousand questions that he wants to ask.
Sara hovers awkwardly near the doorway like she
