The Breaking Point.

Ivy

Ivy hadn’t spoken a full sentence to Lake since they left the judges’ cabin.

Her smile during the group bonfire was all for show. Her laugh? Hollow. Her hands? Jammed into her hoodie pocket, gripping her phone like it could keep her together. She avoided Lake’s eyes, though she could feel them on her constantly, burning, questioning, waiting.

He was trying to talk. Of course he was. Trying to joke, trying to touch her arm gently, trying to catch her gaze. She ...