A hot shower, a good sleep, and a hardy meal made everything better. I snagged my phone from the charger and called Ivy’s cell. She answered right away.
“Ty?” Her voice sounded small and unsure.
“Hi, it’s me.” I pressed my hand on the wall as I spoke.
“Are you—” she stumbled as her words rushed out, “are you okay?”
“I am, just a bump to the head, but I’m good.” She exhaled, and my heart swelled, pleased she cared. “I’m back in Washington.”
“Good. When will you be home—or, rather, Shadows,” she corrected herself.
“Tomorrow. I just have to meet with,” I stopped myself as I realized I didn’t want to give her more to stress about, “some people. Then I’ll be back.”
“Good, that’s good.” Her last word got caught in her throat. “I’m, ah, I have to jump into session.”
“Yeah, of course.” I s
