Both Mom and Dad just stare at Ivy, and her grip on my hand tightens. She is waiting for their reaction just like I am.
“You know how crazy this all sounds, right?” my dad says.
Ivy looks down at the table and takes a deep breath. I squeeze her hand this time, trying to offer comfort.
“I know, Dad. In time, I’ll prove it to you, but I need you to trust me. I know that’s asking a lot, but I promise when we can explain, it will all make sense.”
John nods. We continue eating lunch with my mom asking odd questions like what happens to certain stars and what certain things are. She asks Ivy questions about things said and done since she has been at Ivy Hill. She even asks her some of the same questions, and I know it’s to see if Ivy is consistent in her answers. She did this to me as a kid
