Soon, they heard the sharp sound of Tom's shoes striking the stone path. Ivy stiffened instinctively, her skin prickling. "Anna, darling. It's eleven o'clock," Tom's baritone cut through the air.
"Oh, my meds. Come with me, dear," Anna said, looping her arm through Ivy's. Together, they moved toward the entrance.
They met up with Tom, who walked just half a step behind, close enough for Ivy to feel the weight of his stare on the back of her neck. "If I may ask, what's wrong? Why are you on medication?"
"Oh… it's just my blood pressure," Anna said with a small laugh. "When you are my age and raised Winn and his sister, you are bound to end up with a high blood pressure."
Ivy laughed lightly.
"Tom, what do you think of her?" Anna asked her husband brightly, either oblivious to or deliberately ignoring the tension.
"She is quite the delight," Tom answered drily.
