Noah Pov :
I woke to grey morning light bleeding through unfamiliar curtains, my neck stiff, my head pounding in the same dull, relentless way it had every morning since the accident. For a moment I didn't know where I was. Then the pieces settled…Ivy's apartment, her couch, the blanket she must have draped over me sometime in the night.
She was curled up in the armchair across the room, asleep, her phone still loosely gripped in her hand.
I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her, and reached for my own phone on the coffee table. The screen lit up with a notification, and my stomach dropped the second I read it.
Ask her what really happened the night before the accident. Ask her why she was the last person seen with you before you hit the ice.
I stared at the words until they blurred,
