Damon sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. His shoulders were tense, the kind of tension that had been building for years and had nowhere to go. Ivy stood a few steps away from him, close enough to see the heaviness in his eyes but far enough that she didn’t know if she should move closer or stay where she was.

The silence between them was thick.

“Damon,” Ivy said softly. “What are you keeping from me? You said you needed to talk… you ...