***Ivy***
I stepped down from the airplane and closed my eyes as the cool New York air bathed my skin.
It had been five years. The thought of this place brought bittersweet memories flooding back, sharper than I expected, but lighter now, like old scars that no longer ached.
Of course, it hasn't been easy. Four years of relentless sacrifice had brought me to where I am today.
My phone screen lit up with a notification. I took the opportunity to scroll through my unread messages.
‘Your reservation with the Golden Hen Suites is confirmed and ready.’.
‘We are prepared for the event with the Wind Blade pack at 8 p.m. tonight.’.
I scrolled through the messages, and my face lit up when I came across a notification with a picture attached. Immediately, I dialed the number.
“Your gremlins
