Ivy
I blinked against the darkness of the room, my heart pounding for a second before I registered the sound. It was coming from the door.
The voice on the other end called me again. It was Joe.
Joe came in and handed me the new phone. With trembling fingers, I dialed my father’s number. The moment he picked up, my composure crumbled.
“Dad,” I choked out, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my face.
“Oh my God, Ivy!” he screamed instantly, his voice thick with unshed tears. “Are you okay? Talk to me. Where are you?”
“I—I’m fine now,” I managed between shaky breaths. “The police are handling it. I just—I just wanted to hear your voice.”
He let out a slow, heavy breath. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice raw with guilt. “I’m sorry your uncle and I weren’t there when you nee
