Ivy

Liam was...different.

Despite how blunt he could be, there was something very reserved about him. Like he was holding back. I couldn’t help but wonder exactly what it was that he was keeping to himself.

Knock, knock, knock!

I had been in the living room, rummaging through some of the old, dusty books on the shelf, when the knocks came at the front door. Who was that?

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed ...