FORTY-FOUR

ELLA

“You stupid bitch,” I shout, watching in awe as Ivy just embodies that lie completely. I make eyes with Devlin and he gives me a reassuring nod that calms my nervous system and walks closer wordlessly.

His being here is all the support I need. But the rage flowing in my veins doesn’t die at all. Rather, it intensifies as Ivy keeps crying, loud theatrical sobs that echo through the cabin like she is auditioning for a soap opera.

What the fuck?

“Get up!” I try to ...