Ivy’s POV
I couldn’t move.
Leo’s words cut through me like a knife.
‘Just go, Ivy.’
The weight of my own breath felt unbearable, my chest tightening as guilt twisted deep in my stomach. I wanted to scream that I didn’t do it on purpose. That I would never—could never—hurt him. But the words stuck in my throat.
Leo lay there, his skin paler than before, his breaths shallow but steady as Isabella tended to him. I should have been the one at his side. I should have been the one holding his hand, whispering apologies, doing anything to take away the pain I had caused.
But instead, Isabella was there.
‘He could have died!’ Her words still rang in my ears, looping over and over.
Leo still wouldn’t look at me.
I took a step back, my fingers trembling.
“I didn’t mean to…” My voice crack
