Lucy’s POV
The look on their faces sent a shiver straight down my spine.
Ivy’s usually calm character seemed to shift into something guarded and serious, while Daniel’s jaw tightened as if he was biting back words.
They didn’t trust Ethan, and their reactions made it clear.
“Ethan,” I called out, stepping toward him, with a serious look on my face.
He turned to me at once, his face lighting up with a smile I knew all too well. But that smile wasn’t real. It was the kind of smile you put on when you’re trying to hide something. Forced, thin, and utterly transparent.
“Hey, Ivy,” Ethan greeted, his voice smooth but lacking its usual warmth.
“Long time, Mr. Ethan,” Ivy replied, her lips curving into a tight, practiced smile.
But the way she stood, her arms crossed and shoulders stiff
