Ivy
I stand in the hallway wearing a faded T-shirt and a small pair of sleep shorts. I have had this same pair since I was in middle school, and I outgrew them several years ago. I should have thrown them out years ago, but I can't seem to let them go.
My figures twist in the hem of my shirt, my heart pounding like I'm about to step into the lion's den. But which lion will choose? Three doors. Three lions. Three choices.
Jaxon's door is cracked, the flicker of his TV spilling out. He's casually whistling, waiting for me to wander into his room, like it is the only decision.
Cole's room is across the hall, tidy and silent. The kind of space that promises to keep me safe, but I doubt he would be soft.
Then there's Elias. His door is open, the warm glow of his desk lamp spi
