Chapter 43 Last Dance

• The silence after that voice fractured something inside Ivy. Her breath snagged in her throat, frozen between disbelief and a terror that felt too familiar. The man standing across the room hadn’t stepped into the light yet, but she didn’t need to see his face to recognize him.
• That voice had haunted her for years.
• “I see you’ve kept busy, Ivy,” he said, with the same amusement he’d worn the night her life had unraveled. “Santorini suits you. Though I must admit, I expected more scars by now.”