Sterling didn't speak again until the car was parked outside Ivy's building with the engine off, both of them staring at a phone screen that wasn't lighting up anymore but somehow still felt loud.

"Who's Dad?" Ivy asked. "You have his number saved. People don't save numbers under Dad for someone who isn't."

"It's complicated."

"Everything with you is complicated. Try anyway."

Sterling set the phone face down on the seat, like putting it out of sight would put the message out of existence too, and rubbed a hand over his jaw. For the first time all night, he looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with...