The call had already ended, but Adrian remained standing where he was.
Ivy was getting married. The woman who had always dropped everything whenever he called was about to marry someone else.
Clutching his phone, he wondered if he'd misheard. Daniel didn't call again. People streamed past him in the corridor while he stood there, ointment in hand, with nowhere to go.
Hadn't he always found her troublesome? When she refused to return to Bellmont, he called her willful. Whenever she mentioned the future, he accused her of thinking too much. Now she was finally willing to leave, and she no longer asked him for any kind of future.
He should have felt relieved. Instead, a hollow ache settled in his chest. He couldn't feel happy at all.
"Adrian." Vivian came out of the waiting area and walk
