Ivy’s POV
The first call I could explain away.
Eight months of silence and then a warm check-in, that was within the range of things that happened between people who had shared a social circle and drifted. I had not liked it but I had been able to file it as possibly genuine and move on.
The second call I could not explain.
It came on a Wednesday evening while I was in my room pretending to read and actually thinking about the sunflower on the kitchen counter and whether Daisy had seen it yet and what her face had done when she did. My phone lit up with Lily’s name and I looked at it for a moment before I answered.
“Lily,” I said.
“Ivy.” Warm. Easy. The particular voice of someone who had practised this call before making it. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Not at all,” I said. “Wha
