I don't know why I walked Ivy home after we had lunch together. It probably had to do with my gut feeling I had and I wanted to extinguish my doubt. I also took the opportunity to show Ivy around. Specifically showed her where to catch a bus and at what hour. Ivy started looking uncomfortable when we neared, at what looked like a cheap, filthy motel. I was puzzled as to why Ivy would stay at a place like this. She should at least be able to afford to stay at a better home than this.
"Don't tell me that this is where you are staying," I noted while taking in the surroundings. The hair on the back of my neck was standing upright as an uncomfortable feeling travelled up and down my spine.
“It’s all I can afford right now, my agent took every penny I received from my fights and saw it as a
