Chapter 11 What Ivy Knows

• “You’re late,” Ivy said, not looking up from her coffee.
• “I had a small family crisis,” I said, sliding into the booth across from her. “Forgive me.”
• The diner was mostly empty this early, just an old man reading a newspaper by the window and a waitress refilling ketchup bottles behind the counter. Ivy had picked the booth farthest from both of them, which told me she’d thought about this meeting more than she was letting on.