CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Ivy's POV

The SUV's tilted in the ditch, one wheel blown, the engine hissing like it's as mad as I am. Michael and Mia are crying in the back, their little voices breaking my heart. I'm unbuckling their car seats, whispering, "It's okay, babies, Mama's got you," while my hands shake so bad I can barely manage the straps.

Alessio's outside with Marco, checking the road for those headlights we saw before the crash. Elena's out there, or her people are, and we're sitting ...