*Ivy*

I don’t remember washing the blood off of my chest and arms, but I must have because soon I was out of the icy ocean waves and into Garrett’s comfortable clothes.

His shirt was more like a dress on me, hanging down past my knees. I was grateful for it and even more so for the long sleeved, plaid shirt he’d also given me. It smelled of him and I just wanted to bury myself in the scent.

As I trekked back up the shore, I saw Damien and ...