Adrian sent people everywhere to look for Ivy. Eventually, he got Lucy's number.
When Lucy saw him, she was both shocked and furious.
The man standing in front of her looked nothing like the one she remembered. The sharp, composed Adrian was gone. In his place stood someone unshaven, exhausted, barely holding himself together.
"Lucy," Adrian said, his voice low, "have you been in touch with Ivy? If you have, can you take me to see her?"
Lucy didn't soften at all. "Whether I've been in touch with her or not has nothing to do with you," she said coldly. "And even if I had, I wouldn't tell you. Stop trying to find her. You don't deserve to."
Adrian's grip tightened around the glass in his hand. "I know I hurt her," he said. "I've realized that. I just want to apologize. Can you take me t
