Joey crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her.
"He has you here," Joey murmured against her hair. "I think he will be alright."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Ivy choked out. "That I won't be enough. That I don't have enough to give him."
Joey pulled back, hands on her shoulders, studying her with a knowing look. Then a small, sad smile tugged at his lips.
"God, you still love him," Joey said.
Ivy's breath hitched, but she didn't deny it. She couldn't. It was carved too deeply into her. Instead she wiped her face with shaking fingers and whispered,
"It… it kills me to see him this way."
Joey nodded slowly. "I got the Orchard jet ready for you guys," he said. "It's cleared for takeoff."
Joey squeezed her shoulders once more.
Ivy sniffled and nodded in response.
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