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Ivy's Pov I was back in my room but it did not feel like my room anymore. It just felt like a box where I stayed because I did not have anywhere else to go. The walls were the same color and my books were on the shelf but everything felt different. I spent most of my time looking at the ceiling or the window. I did not want to go outside and I did not want to see anyone. I just wanted to be alone in the dark. I cried for three days straight until my eyes were so swollen I could barely see. I cried for the baby and I cried because my body felt like it belonged to someone else. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the basement. I saw the flickering light and I felt the heavy weight of the boots hitting my stomach. I would wake up screaming and gasping for air in the middle of the night. Dominic was always there. He had moved into the guest room right next to mine just like he said he would. Every time I had a nightmare the door would open and he would be by my side in seconds. He did

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Ivy’s Pov I was still in my bed when the door opened in the afternoon. I thought it was Dominic coming back with more tea or another bandage but it was not him. I saw a flash of bright pink and yellow and then I saw Mia. She was standing in the doorway looking very small and very nervous. She was holding a big bunch of flowers that smelled like the grocery store. Dominic was standing right behind her with his arms crossed. He looked tired but he gave me a small nod. He had finally agreed to let her visit after she called the house every single hour for three days. He told me he was going to stay right outside the door so we could have some privacy. He closed the door and it was just the two of us in the quiet room. Mia walked over to the bed very slowly like she was afraid I was going to break. She laid the flowers down on the nightstand next to my medicine bottles. She looked at the bruises on my face and her eyes filled with tears immediately. "Oh Ivy," she whispered. She sat do

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Dominic’s Pov I was standing in the hallway outside Ivy’s bedroom. I had just walked Mia to the front door and watched her get into her mother’s car. The house was quiet again but the silence felt heavy and wrong. I was about to go back into Ivy’s room when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a private number that I recognized immediately. It was Detective Ruiz from the police station. I walked down the hall to my study and closed the door. I did not want Ivy to hear a single word of this conversation. I sat down at my desk and pressed the phone to my ear. "Tell me you have something useful," I said. My voice was low and dangerous. "We finished the interrogation with Victor Shaw," Detective Ruiz told me. He sounded tired and a bit shaken. "He was not working alone, Dominic. He did not just pick Ivy out of a crowd. He was hired to take her and he was hired to make sure she did not talk to anyone about what happened to her mother." I felt a cold surge of adrenaline hit my system

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Ivy’s Pov I had been home for almost two weeks and my mother still had not walked through the door. I kept thinking that maybe she was just stuck in another city or that her phone was broken but I knew that was not the truth. Every time the front door opened downstairs my heart would jump for a second and then it would go flat again when I heard Dominic’s heavy boots. He was the only one who came into my room besides Mia and the nurses. I was sitting by the window in my favorite chair. The bruises on my face were mostly yellow now and I could breathe without my ribs hurting quite as much. Dominic walked in holding a stack of papers and he looked like he had not slept in days. He sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at me for a long time before he spoke. "Ivy, there is something we need to talk about regarding your mother," he said. His voice was very quiet and he was holding the papers very tightly. "I have been trying to reach her since the day you were taken. I left message

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Dominic’s Pov I was sitting in my study with a thick stack of papers on the desk in front of me. The lawyer had delivered them an hour ago and they were already sorted into neat piles with sticky notes showing me where to sign. These were the final divorce papers from Ivy’s mother. I picked up the heavy black pen and I did not hesitate for even a second. I signed my name on every single line until the ink was dry on the last page. I did not feel sad about the end of my marriage. I did not feel like I was losing a partner or a friend. I just felt like I was finally cutting away a piece of rotten wood from a tree. She had made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with us after the kidnapping and the scandal. She wanted her money and her freedom and her life in France. I was more than happy to give her all three as long as she stayed away from Ivy. I gathered the papers together and tapped them against the desk to make them straight. I felt a sense of relief that was almost ov

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Ivy’s Pov I was sitting at the small table in the corner of my room while Dominic watched me from the doorway. He had brought me a plate of plain white rice and some grilled chicken because the doctor said I needed to start eating solid food again. The smell of the chicken made my stomach do a slow and heavy roll but I did not want to disappoint him. He had been working so hard to make me feel better and I felt like I owed it to him to try. "Just take a few bites, Ivy," Dominic said softly. He walked into the room and sat in the chair across from me. "You don't have to finish the whole plate. I just want to see you swallow something that isn't liquid. It will help your body get its energy back." I picked up the fork and my hand was shaking a little bit. I pushed a small pile of rice onto the prongs and lifted it to my mouth. It tasted like nothing but it felt huge and dry in my throat. I chewed it for a long time until I could finally swallow it down. I took another bite of the ch

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Ivy's Pov I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom with Mia while we tried to paint our nails a soft shade of blue. My hands were still shaking a little bit so I kept getting the polish on my skin instead of my nails. Mia did not say anything about it and she just used a cotton ball to clean up the mess I was making. She had been coming over every single day after school and she was the only person who could make the room feel less like a hospital. "Ivy, my mom goes to this lady in the city when she feels like she can't get out of bed," Mia said suddenly. She stopped painting her thumb and looked at me. "She is a therapist and she is really nice. She doesn't judge you or tell you that you are wrong for being sad. She just listens and helps you figure out how to carry the heavy stuff." "I don't want to talk to a stranger about the basement, Mia," I told her. I looked down at the blue bottle in my hand. "I don't want to talk about any of it. Dominic already asks me how I feel every

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Dominic's Pov The heavy wooden doors of the courtroom swung shut behind me and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the marble hallway. I smoothed out my suit jacket and adjusted my tie while I took a deep breath of the stale air. I had told Ivy that I was going into the city for a boring business meeting about some real estate contracts. I hated lying to her but I knew that seeing Victor Shaw’s name on a television screen would send her back into the darkness. I was here to finish this for her so she never had to think about that man ever again. I walked down the center aisle and sat in the front row directly behind the prosecution table. The room was small and it smelled like old paper and floor wax. A few minutes later a side door opened and two guards led Victor Shaw into the room. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit and his hands were cuffed to a chain around his waist. He looked smaller than he did in the basement and he looked tired. He did not look like a monster anymore but I

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Ivy’s Pov The room was very quiet when I finally fell asleep after a long day of trying to read in the library. I usually had dreams about the basement or the dark van but this time the dream was different. I was standing in a room that was filled with soft yellow light and there was a white crib in the middle of the floor. I walked over to the crib and looked inside at a tiny baby wrapped in a pink blanket. She had a little bit of dark hair on her head and her skin was very soft and pale. I reached down and touched her cheek with my finger and she gripped my hand with her whole fist. I knew in the dream that she was a girl and I knew that she was mine. She looked at me with big blue eyes and she made a small sound that made me feel like my heart was going to burst. I felt so happy that I started to cry because I finally had her in my arms. I picked her up and held her close to my chest and I could feel her breathing against my neck. It was the best feeling I had ever had in my wh

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Dominic's Pov It was seven in the evening and the house felt more peaceful than it had in a very long time. I had spent the last hour watching Ivy through the open door of the sunroom. She was sitting at the wooden table with a sketchpad and a set of colored pencils that Mia had brought over earlier that day. She was not drawing anything specific but she was moving her hand across the paper with a kind of focus that I had not seen since before the supermarket. I picked up the plate of sliced apples and cheese that the cook had prepared for her. I walked into the sunroom slowly, not wanting to startle her or break the quiet mood. She looked up when she heard my footsteps and she did not pull her shoulders up to her ears like she used to do. She just watched me come closer and she even gave me a very small nod. "I brought you a snack, Ivy," I said as I set the plate down on the edge of the table. "You did not eat much at lunch so I thought you might be hungry now. The apples are the

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