Heather

I’ve been standing outside Ivik’s bedroom door for a few minutes now, but I had no idea why I was here at all. Perhaps I wanted to console Ivik since he had no one to confide in, and I was head over heels furious at Sierra, too. I considered her my best friend, and even though I felt hurt when she took Ivik from me, I didn't confront her for him, and I decided to avoid being around them.

I touched the door. The wood felt sturdy, like the wall I’d created around my heart to protect it from him over the years.

“Come on in, Heather…”

My breathing...