Ivy POV

I woke up before the sun. My chest felt tight again. Rick had cried through the night, and each time he woke, his voice shook like he was seeing something I couldn’t. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him breathe. His small hands twitched as if he were trying to grab something in a dream.

I touched his cheek.

“Rick,” I whispered, “Mama is here.”

His eyes opened slowly.

“Mama… he was there again.”

My heart dropped. “Who?”

“The man in the mirror.”

My hands ...