Confessions Under the Stars

Ivy

The sun had long disappeared, but the night hadn’t settled into stillness yet.

Ivy wandered alone along the gravel path just past the yoga dome, her steps uncertain, shoulders tight with emotion. She had stormed off hours ago, but her rage had long since fizzled into confusion, then sadness, then—what she hated most—longing.

She found herself at the edge of the lake.

The moon’s silver reflection danced across the water. A line of fairy lights twinkled ...