Chapter 115 My Fault

• The air inside the car seemed to vibrate with a tense energy as Ivy, sat silently, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and apprehensions.
• Dominic's offer to accompany her was declined; she needed this meeting to be private, away from prying eyes and curious ears. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for whatever awaited her at the coffee shop.
• The drive was a mix of anticipation and anxiety, each passing street lamp casting fleeting shadows across her face. The city's nocturnal charm, usually soothing, felt unnervingly quiet tonight, amplifying Ivy's inner turmoil.