Ivy's POV
My father and Grant were waiting as I slumped into the chair, wincing when my back made contact with the seat.
"You hanging in there, pup?" Dad asked, his eyes full of concern.
I forced a smile. "Yeah, just keep forgetting about the fresh tattoo."
Dad shook his head slightly. "That's not what I meant. Are you okay after saying goodbye to Nancy?"
The question hit me harder than I expected. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, though I wasn't entirely convincing. Dad studied my face carefully before sighing and sliding the book across the table.
"Here," he said softly.
I grabbed it and tucked it safely into my backpack. "Good thing I'm not flying commercial. Security would think I'm nuts carrying around a stone with my laptop."
Grant laughed. "No kidding. It is pretty unusual to see."
I noticed Dad and Grant exchange a meaningful glance before Dad leaned back in his chair.
"Well, are you going to show us?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
