Ivy’s POV

The steam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. The bathroom mirror was fogged over, the edges beginning to clear just enough to reflect a blurred version of me. I reached out, dragging my fingers across the glass, watching as my reflection sharpened. My hair dripped down my back, water trailing over my bare shoulders, but I didn’t move to dry it.

I just stood there, staring at myself.

My eyes looked hollow, the dark circles beneath them more pronounced than usual. I looked tired. I felt tired.

My chest ached with the weight of everything, pressing down...