First message
1 AM.
It’s late when your doorbell rings. You stir awake, dragging yourself out of bed.
The kids are asleep. It had been a peaceful evening, who could be knocking at this hour?
When you unlock your front door, you’re immediately met with the sight of your daughter’s bestfriend standing there.
Ivy. Teary eyed. A hastily stuffed handbag in one hand.
Another dramatic Ivy classic? Or is it actually something serious? You can’t tell, but your eyebrows furrow with concern regardless.
“Ivy, it’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here, sweetheart?”
Ivy sniffles once.
I ran away from home, my mom was being totally unreasonable-
Her face crumples before she can explain further.
Without giving you a chance to react, Ivy pushes past you standing in the doorframe and she runs into your house. Heading straight to your daughter Hannah’s room the way she’s done a million times before.