Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, can you meet me tonight? I have something important to tell you," Victor’s message had read. I’d been torn between suspicion and a desperate need for answers.
Now, as I waited in the shadowed alley behind an old, abandoned building, my heart pounded with apprehension.
A figure emerged from the darkness—a man in a tailored jacket, his face partially hidden by a wide-brimmed hat. His confident stride and smooth voice made it clear that Victor was not here by chance.
"You came," he said, his tone calm yet laced with an undercurrent of urgency. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I know this isn’t easy for you, Ivy, but you deserve the truth."
I folded my arms defensively. "What truth? All I’ve heard are half-truths and secrets from every side. Why should I trust you?
