Ivy’s POVAfter breakfast, I headed anywhere away from them, ending up in the garden.

It was the only place that made me somewhat at ease.

The air was cool, and the faint scent of roses lingered as I traced my fingers along the dew-damp leaves. The morning sun slipped through the canopy, warm against my skin, but even that couldn’t quiet my thoughts.

After what felt like an hour, I finally sat on the stone bench and took a deep breath.

My mind refused to rest. Every thought circled back to ...