Chapter 98

• That morning, Ivy had just finished tidying the living room. The cushions were neatly lined up, the glass table spotless, and the carpet freshly brushed until it carried a faint clean scent. She took a step back, satisfied with her work.
• Then came the sound of a door opening. Joshua strolled out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand—and without a second thought, tossed it straight onto the sofa.
• Ivy’s head snapped around. “Joshua Miller!”