Third POVCelestine comes without warning.It is late afternoon, the room washed in a muted gold that feels almost gentle, and Ivy is sitting beside Mikel’s bed, fingers loosely wrapped around his small hand, when there is a sharp knock at the door.She looks up, already tense.Celestine stands on the other side.Her hair is disheveled in a way Ivy has never seen before, the usual precision gone. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her breathing uneven, as if she has run too far or cried too hard … or both. The moment Ivy registers her expression, something cold and instinctive curls in her stomach.“Celestine?” Ivy says, rising slowly. “What’s wrong?”Celestine doesn’t answer right away. She steps inside and closes the door behind her with shaking hands, as if afraid of being overheard. When she finally turns, tears spill freely down her cheeks.“Ivy,” she says, her vo
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