Chapter 43

• Ivory's POV
• The sound of moving toward strides sent a chill dashing down my spine, the hairs on the rear of my neck remaining on end. Rolf's words hung weighty in the air, a distinct update that our reality was undeniably more unsafe than I might have at any point envisioned. Naturally, I moved nearer to him, looking for the solace and assurance his presence advertised.
• Be that as it may, even as I did as such, a downpour of recollections came flooding back, stirring up misgivings about the actual underpinnings of my trust. "Ivory, come here, darling." My dad's voice, warm and delicate, coaxed me towards him. I was just a youngster then, something like six years of age, however the heaviness of his words was at that point carved into my brain. I rushed over to him, scrambling onto his lap as he subsided into his number 1 rocker.