By the time I pulled into Lucas's driveway, my head was pounding.
I sat in the car for a moment with the engine off, hands still on the steering wheel, staring at nothing. The day felt too heavy to carry inside with me all at once. Signing that contract. Zane fucking some blondie in his office
Eventually, I got out.
The house lights were on. Warm. Familiar. The kind of place that usually made me feel safe. Tonight, it just felt like borrowed space.
I found Ivy in the living room, sprawled on the rug with her laptop open and fabric samples spread around her like she'd been in the middle of something important. She was in the fashion major so it was kind of her thing. She looked up the second she heard my keys drop.
"You're back," she said, relief flooding her face. "I was starting to think he kidnapped you."
"Not yet," I muttered, kicking off my shoes.
She sat up straighter. "Okay, that wasn't funny. How bad was it?"
