Ivy sipped her freshly brewed coffee, gazing out the window of the cozy French bistro. She felt disconnected from the warmth and comfort as her mind was a thousand miles away.

This was it, one of the final straws to pull herself from the clutches of danger... that's if the conversation with her sister went as she planned...

She adjusted her posture in her seat as the sound of high heels clinked on the terracotta tiles. Irene approached her with a strut, her eyes gleaming with superciliousness as she pulled out the chair, cutting off pleasantries.

Ivy overlooked her behavior; at least she showed up looking like herself without a...