Ivy's POV

I felt a sudden chill and pulled the blanket tighter, gripping it as though it were the last comfort I had. It reminded me of the basement—those endless days where all I could cling to was a torn piece of fabric, pretending it shielded me from everything. Today was supposed to be different. Today, I was allowed out, only because I was sick.

Running away… it kept echoing in my mind. Escape, escape. But with one leg already wounded, the thought of it now felt useless—a plan ...