IVY'S POV‘Ms. Laurent?’The voice in my ear was trembling. It was not mine. It was hers. A woman over the phone. Or it was a man. I couldn’t tell through the pounding in my head. I felt so sleepy. It was 2am in the morning for God's sake. ‘Yes,’ I rasped, my voice dry and scratchy. ‘What happened? What…who are you?’ ‘Your sister’s been in an accident.’The world thinned. My vision blurred. I scrambled up from the bed, but my knees buckled and I pressed my palm to the wall to keep myself from hitting the floor.‘No. No, no, no—’‘She’s alive,’ the woman rushed to say, her words clipped and breathless, like she had been running around, ‘But her condition is critical. We need you at the hospital now. I’m so sorry, Ms. Laurent, but—’‘Where?’ I cut her off, already shoving my feet into the sneakers I had kicked under the couch.One second I was sleeping in bed with my heart pounding violently in my chest, and the next I was shoving my legs into jeans, grabbing my wallet and keys with sh
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