GRIFFIN’S REALIZATION
The scribbled words on the papers on my desk were blurring in my eyes as I looked down at them. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the evidence that Ivy had left behind, it screamed back at me from all over the table.
Sabotage, Marissa, and Victor.
I had previously failed to recognize it because I was too blind and stubborn. Ivy had always been correct.
"Ivy." I muttered something beneath my breath. Painfully, my gut twisted.
My fingers were shaking as I reached for my phone. Once, then twice, the dial tone buzzed before cutting to voicemail.
"f**k it," I snarled. I gave it another go.
Directly to voicemail.
I jolted to my feet, almost toppling my chair. There was a problem. Even when Ivy was upset with me, she always responded. I felt a chill of fear creep
