Wyatt Reed’s heart tightened, and his eyes clouded. He was utterly unaware of Ivy’s existence. He had no idea she could play the violin so beautifully, nor that she smoked.

“Because I was scared you wouldn’t like it, I never smoked in front of you before, so you never got to see it.”

Ivy felt relatively weak every time she donated blood. Wyatt escorted Alice Perez, and Ivy’s sole company was to light a cigarette and smoke. During those trying times, she became strongly addicted to cigarettes.

Ivy’s lips were hooked up, but her eyes were a bit downcast. She reverted to her usual self a split second later.

She...