Ivy's POV
The silence in the car on our way to the airport gave me the mental space I desperately needed. After everything that had just happened, I appreciated that Grant and Fiona seemed to understand my need to process it all without conversation. My thoughts tumbled around like clothes in a dryer—messy and chaotic—until my phone suddenly exploded with notifications.
Message after message poured in from my mother, creating a buzzing symphony against my thigh. Confused, I pulled out my phone and watched as texts continued to flood my screen. The final message cut off mid-sentence:
Mom-Ivy, for the love of the goddess, will you
I quickly typed back.
Ivy-Mom? What's going on? Why are you messaging me a million messages all at once?
Mom-Ivy? Finally! I'm so happy I finally got a hold of you.
Ivy-What's going on? You ignored my calls and messages all summer and now you're texting me a novel...
