Ivy's POV
I returned to my bedroom to find my mother thoroughly dousing my pile of clothes with what appeared to be descenting spray. Two garbage bags sat by the door, and she gestured toward them with a nod. "Take those to the trash. I'll meet you downstairs in a minute."
"What exactly are you doing?" I asked, pointing at my clothing pile.
"Covering our tracks until we can get more spray and finish washing everything properly." Her frustration became evident as she cursed under her breath, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured the entire contents over my clothes. "This would take forever otherwise." She pointed insistently at the garbage bags.
I grabbed them and rushed downstairs, quickly disposing of them in the trash before hurrying back up.
"I told you I'd meet you downstairs," my mother said, using a soaked shirt to spread descenting spray across my mattress.
