*Keep it up, don't forget to update me. You know what I mean.*

 Joan smiled as she saw the text. She tucked the phone back to her bag and sat comfortably.

 "We are here," Susan announced.

 "Susan, park the car on the other side," Ivy instructed, pulling out a black clothing hung at the top of the passenger seat.

 "What do you plan on doing?" Joan asked, surprised. She thought Ivy was going to barge into the hospital and face Isabelle on her cot.

 "What does it look like I'm doing?" Ivy responded, putting on the clothing.

 Joan frowned. 'A black zip-up hoodie.' Ivy wore the hood covering her forehead...