"Ivy?"

"Yes, Ivy! And Ivy, too!"

Gale bolted toward the door, stumbling, but nothing could stop her. She ran quickly to the next room.

Ivy was holding a blanket, leaning against the headboard, trembling all over. She had her hair hanging down, covering her shoulders, her fair skin visible. Paul lay on the ground, surrounded by pillows, remote controls, tissue boxes, and the like. Ivy clearly had thrown things at Paul.

Tears welled up in Ivy's eyes, her face helpless, biting her lip.

When Iv