*We need to talk.*

Ivy's eyes narrowed as she stared at the text message on her phone. The number was unknown, but the tone was unmistakable—Steve.

What could he possibly want now?

Was this a trap? A way to silence her? Like he didn’t with Judy?

"Ivy." Zack's voice cut through the tense silence, a low rumble that startled her. He leaned against the doorframe, the terrycloth of his robe still damp from his shower. "You okay? You've been staring at your phone like it's about to explode."

She quickly locked her phone, the screen going black, hiding the message like a guilty secret. "Yeah, just…spam," she forced a weak...