LOGINIvy's Pov I woke up feeling really wrong. I felt sick, but not like a cold. It was a deep, heavy kind of sick, like my stomach was all twisted up tight. I rolled over slowly in bed. My chest hurt; it was not a sharp pain but a deep, sore kind of hurt. I touched my boobs with my hand and they felt swollen, bigger than normal. I pulled the sheet up fast, grabbing it to cover them all the way. I stood up to go to the bathroom but I stood too fast. The room went blurry and everything turned gray for a second. The floor felt like it was tilting under my feet. I grabbed the wall fast, palm flat against the plaster, and closed my eyes tight until the blurry feeling stopped. I walked to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror. I was pale, tired, and I looked wrong, completely wrong. I thought about last time. I sat down on the closed toilet lid, needing to figure out dates. I tried doing the simple math in my head. It should have already come, it should have b
Dominic's pov I walked into the house. It was late, past nine, and I was worn out from work. My wife was in the living room, standing in the middle, shaking, holding her phone. Her face was red, eyes wild with anger and fear. Ivy was just behind me, coming in from being out. I put my bag on the table, sensing trouble. “Dom,” my wife said, her voice high, almost a squeak. “What’s wrong?” I said, stopping in my tracks. She rushed at me, shoving her phone in my face. “Look at this,” she yelled. “Look at what your stepdaughter’s doing! Look at what you’re doing!” I took the phone and looked at the screen. It was a picture of me and Ivy, in my bedroom, on my bed. The image was clear, taken by someone close, spying. My stomach tightened, not for me, but for Ivy. This was dangerous, a threat to her. I glanced at Ivy, who stood frozen, her face blank but eyes wide. “Where did you get this?” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “She showed it to me,” my wife said, pointing at Ivy.
Ivy's pov It was morning, and I wasn’t hungry, but I figured I should eat something. The house was quiet, just the sound of cereal hitting the bowl. Then the door slammed open, footsteps coming fast. My mom stormed in, her face red, holding her phone up high. She was mad, madder than I’d seen her in a while, i knew why. She stopped by the counter and slammed her hand down, phone still in it. “Look at this,” she yelled, her voice too loud for morning. “Look at what you’ve done, Ivy!” I didn’t jump or spill the cereal. I put the milk carton down and looked at her. “What is it?” I said, keeping my voice flat. I didn’t want her to know I cared, because I didn’t. She shoved her phone in my face. The screen was bright, showing a picture of me and Dominic in his bedroom. It was clear that it was taken by someone watching us. “This is what it is,” she said. “You’re disgusting, sleeping with your stepfather in my house. How could you do this?” I took a breath and looked at the picture, t
Ivy's pov For a few weeks, my mom was different. She wasn’t mad like when she used to yell and not talk to me. It was a quiet kind of different, like she was thinking about stuff far away when I talked to her. She stopped asking about school, stopped asking what I wanted for dinner. It was like I wasn’t even there sometimes. Yesterday, I walked into the kitchen, and she was standing at the counter, staring at her phone. “Hi, Mom,” I said, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. She looked at me, then back at her phone. “Hi, Ivy,” she said, her voice flat. “What are you doing?” I asked, filling my glass with water. “Working,” she said, not looking up. She wasn’t working. I saw the glow of her phone screen on her face. It was some website, not her work stuff. Dominic walked in, carrying his coffee mug. “Honey, did you see the email from the insurance company?” he said. She didn’t look at him, just closed her phone screen fast. “I saw it,” she said. “Well, are we calling them back ab
Ivy's pov Dominic didn’t say a word. “Answer me. His car’s blocking mine.” Mom said. “I think he’s gone,” I said, sipping my coffee. “He’s not here.” “Gone where?” she said, frowning. “He didn’t say anything.” “I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “He’s just not here.” She rolled her eyes. “Probably at some girl’s house,” she said. “He’ll be back, owing me money.” I didn’t say anything, just drank my coffee. I didn’t think he was coming back, not after last night. Dominic walked in, wearing a suit, looking calm. “Morning,” he said to me, ignoring my mom. “Where’s Theo?” she asked him, her voice sharp. “He didn’t tell me he was leaving.” Dominic poured coffee, staring at the window. “He moved out,” he said, his voice flat. “What do you mean, moved out?” she said, putting her mug down. “He owes me money!” “He got a job on the south side,” Dominic said. “He needed to be closer. It was sudden.” I looked at him. “A job?” I said. “He didn’t have a job yesterday.” Dominic’s eyes
Ivy's pov I was walking down the hall, heading to Dominic’s room. It was late, past nine at night, and I didn’t want to be alone. My room felt too dark, too quiet, after that creepy note I found yesterday. I kept my hand in my pocket, touching the knife I’d started carrying. It made me feel a little safer, but my heart was still racing. I turned the corner by the stairs, and there he was, Theo, leaning against the wall, a glass in his hand. He looked messy, his shirt untucked, his eyes glassy. He was drunk. I could tell by the way he swayed. He saw me and smiled. It was a mean, ugly smile. “Hey, cousin,” he said, his voice slurring, too loud in the quiet hall. I stopped, keeping my distance. “Move,” I said, my voice sharp. He pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. “You’re always in a hurry,” he said. “Always running to Dominic. What’s the big secret?” “It’s not a secret,” I said, glaring. “It’s none of your business. Get out of my way, Theo.” He laughed, a gross, wet soun







