SHATTERED TRUST
Ivy’s POV
Nathan stands at the entryway of the apartment, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. His face is pallid, his eyes roaming anxiously across the room. I can tell something is wrong something worse than the regular difficulties he gets into.
“Nathan?” I narrow the space between us, my heart already falling. “What’s going on?”
He hesitates, chewing his lower lip. “I… I think I messed up, Ivy.”
My breath catches. “What do you mean ‘messed up’? What did you do?”
Nathan runs a hand through his hair, pacing the floor. “It’s about Victor.”
Victor. His name alone makes my skin crawl.
“You’ve been talking to him again?” I hold his arm, prompting him to glance at me. “I told you to stay away from him! What did you tell him?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Nathan yell
