THE BREAKING POINT
Ivy’s POV
The door smashes shut after Griffin with a force that vibrates the glass in the windows, the harsh sound ringing down the corridor. I hear his footsteps the heavy, sluggish march of a guy on the brink of something, a storm that’s been simmering for far too long. His every step seems to shake the walls of the home, and my pulse beats in rhythm with the thunderous beat of his approach. I know what this is. I can feel it. The air is heavy with apprehension, like the instant before lightning strikes.
I attempt to be quiet, but my hands tremble as I sit on the edge of the sofa, pretending to read through a magazine. The sparkling pages blur before my sight. They don’t matter. Nothing matters except the guy who’s coming for me and the storm that’s about to
