By the time Ivanka arrived home, her eyes were already sore and heavy.
She wiped them off as much as she could, and tried controlling her sniffles.
Baxter had obviously seen her driving in, because he opened the door just before she knocked.
"My goodness, Ivanka. Where on earth have you been? I've been..." he stopped his sentence midway when he noticed the condition of her face.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Her eyes were rimmed with redness and filled with tears, and her face was as pale as a ghost.
His brows furrowed, and his countenance got shadowed with confusion.
"Are...Are you okay?" He asked, knowing the question was dumb. She was definitely not okay.
Ivanka had intended hiding her mood from Baxter as much as possible, but standing in front of him and recalling
