The visitation room was cold and sterile, with a single table and two chairs. Ivy sat down, trying to calm the storm inside her. It felt like years had passed since she'd last seen Hunter whilst it was just a day.
So much had changed. She thought, thinking there was no way she would have thought she'd ever come to a place like this to see Hunter.
The door on the opposite side opened, and Hunter walked in, his wrists cuffed in front of him. He looked thinner, his eyes sunken but still sharp. His gaze landed on Ivy, and for a moment, surprise flickered across his face.
Why was she there? Did she want to ask him the sane question everyone was asking him or had she come to ask what truly happened?
Did she come to ask what happened with his father or what happened between them? He sighed when he realized he had been overthinking and that she was there which meant he could ask her anything.
"Ivy," he said, almost breathless but Ivy merely looked at him.
