“Okay, girl. You should probably take a week off work.” Ivy stopped the car in front of a tall building stacked with apartment units.
I was slightly confused. Why did she stop the car abruptly? Could this be Bella's home?
“Aren't you coming down?” Ivy asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Oh,” I managed to say as I regained myself. “Let me guess, we're at my place?”
“Of course.”
I muttered a thank you to her and alighted from the car.
“Damn,” I muttered, staring at the towering building. I turned backwards but Ivy had already zoomed off. Great. Now, how was I supposed to find which apartment was mine?
I dragged my legs inside, scanning the numbers on each door. This wasn't going to work. I wasn't a magician that could just guess which number my apartment was.
I waited for the voice in
