Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, come in. We have much to discuss," Victor’s smooth voice echoed from the dimly lit room of an abandoned warehouse that served as our secret meeting place. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped inside, the weight of recent revelations heavy on my mind.
I paused at the threshold, glancing back at the dark corridor. "Victor, why did you ask me here so urgently? I’m still reeling from everything," I said, my voice wavering slightly.
Victor’s eyes, intense and unwavering, met mine as he motioned me toward a battered wooden table at the center of the room. "Ivy, I promise you—what I have will answer questions you’ve been haunted by for years. But you must be ready for the truth."
My pulse quickened. I had no idea what Victor planned to reveal, only that the promise of ans
