But how can you miss someone who doesn’t even exist, anymore? Two years should be enough time for me to get over it and move on. And I had, for the most part.
I already knew that Ivy was a lot of things—backstabbing, gossipy; and okay, even pretty mean. But I never knew she was a thief, too.
Yet here she was, taking my stuff.
“Steal from me much?”
Ivy screamed and jumped what seemed like a mile.
“You scared me,” she yelled, all accusing—like I was supposed to feel bad.
“Am I supposed to apologize for getting in the way of your robbery?”
“It’s not like that,” Ivy cried. And that’s when I noticed her glassy red eyes. She swiped her shiny tears from her face with the back of her hand.
But were they real? I couldn’t tell. There was a time when I’d have given her the benefit of the doubt. Those days were long gone. |