Chapter 8

Ivyrose's POV

I heard my mother call out to me when I left her mid sentence. My parents didn't recognise him, but in my heart I knew it was him. He may have changed so much physically, but I could still tell from the way he looked at me while I was up on that stage. I saw longing in his eyes although when we were talking earlier it all disappeared as if he really was a different person.

Maybe I'm going crazy. First I saw a teenage version of him and now a current one.

I walked mindlessly as I thought about the possibilities that it could be Gareth and what would happen if ever it was him, when I found myself beneath the old oak tree. This place was our holy ground.

It was our hiding spot when we were kids and we didn't want to eat our vegetables and Mrs. Lolita, my nanny, chased us around. She would always lose us when we got to mother's greenhouse and turned the corner, then climb up the old oak tree with its massive branches and so many leaves to cover us.

I sat on one of th