IVORY'S POV
Soaked. Pathetic. Miserable.
Those were the three words that summed up my life as I stood up from the bench, my clothes clinging to me like a second skin and rain dripping from my hair like a leaking faucet. The world felt like it was mocking me—gray skies, gray heart, gray everything. Even the taxi driver had the audacity to raise a brow when I slid into his car like a drowned rat.
“Rough day?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. Just stared out the window, watching my reflection frown back at me like it was disappointed too.
By the time I got home, I was half-frozen and entirely over it. Thankfully, the house was quiet. No Mom. No questions. No lectures wrapped in concern. Just the sound of my own wet footsteps echoing through the hallway.
I peeled off my damp clothes, dumped th
