"Drop your weapon," one of the police officers commanded, their guns stretched out as they slowly approached Jeremy.Jeremy's head snapped toward the detective, his eyes widening as he slowly put down the knife.Ivy immediately seized the distraction and quickly ran to Zack's side.Meanwhile, Judy sprinted toward the door and stood beside Ivy."Ivy, you're okay?" Zack asked, his voice trembling with concern as he wrapped a protective arm around Ivy's shoulders.Ivy nodded, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she gazed up at Zack. She was more than grateful for having someone reliable like Zack. She was aware that if she picked up the call and let Zack hear what was happening on her end, he would suspect something was wrong, and indeed she was right."I'm okay," she replied, nestling deeper into his arm, her pounding heart now slowing down to a more manageable rhythm. As she leaned into Zack's warmth, she felt a sense o
Zack was perplexed, with numerous questions swirling in his mind about what had occurred, but Ivy seemed utterly distraught, and in an instant, she seized her phone and began dialing a number.As Ivy's fingers flew across the keypad, Zack's confusion deepened. "Ivy, who are you calling?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.Ivy didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the phone as she waited for someone to pick up. Zack's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. Who could Ivy be calling at a time like this?Just as Zack was about to ask again, Ivy's voice cut through the silence. "Irene," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. "We need to talk."Irene's voice came through, surprised. "And what are we going to talk about?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.Ivy wiped a stray tear from her face and readjusted herself in the seat, her eyes now blazing. She tried clearing her mind of what had happened by focusing on finding the truth through Irene
As Ivy stepped out of the car, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The old, ruined house on 5th and Main had been a place of refuge for her and Irene when they were younger. Now, it stood as a haunting reminder of the past, which she couldn't fathom: what had happened. Ivy's eyes scanned the deserted building, her senses on high alert. She had instructed the driver to drop her off a block away, wanting to approach the house on foot. She reached the entrance of the house, a large wooden door that hung crookedly on its hinges. Ivy pushed the door open, her eyes adjusting to the dim light within. The interior of the house looked exactly as she recalled, but there was something surprising. She had anticipated discovering - dusty old furniture, cobwebs hanging from the chandeliers - yet the space was immaculate. And then, she saw her. Irene stood by the window, her back facing Ivy. "Irene," Ivy said, her voice firm but controlled as she approached her.
NINE YEARS AGO "Mom, Dad, Irene, I'm home!" fifteen-year-old Ivy announced as she burst through the door of her parents' home. Coming home for Christmas was a tradition she cherished deeply. Every year, Ivy would eagerly anticipate the holidays, counting down the days until she could leave her Aunt Judy's home and return to her family's warm and loving abode. As she dropped her bags on the floor, Ivy's eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, taking in the cozy decorations and the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen. "Hello, sweetie!" her mother, Margaret, called out from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face as she emerged to hug Ivy tightly. "We've missed you so much! How was your trip?" Ivy hugged her mother back, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her. "It was fine, Mom. I'm just glad to be home. Where's Dad?" she asked, scanning the whole living room. The moment Ivy mentioned her father, Margaret's expression shifted to irritation, but s
"Margaret, what's your problem with him?" Steve snapped, his face twisted in anger as he approached Margaret. Ivy's eyes darted between the two of them, sensing the tension escalating. She began to wonder when all of this began; she had never experienced her parents fighting before. Margaret's face remained cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "What is my problem? Seriously, Steve?" she repeated, her voice low and venomous. "You really don't know, do you? You really don't know what you've done." Steve took a step closer to Margaret. "We've talked about this, Margaret. Let's not cause a scene." But Margaret just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh really, we'll talk about this?" she chuckled, pointing towards Jeremy. "About him? Steve, aren't you ashamed to say that?" Ivy's eyes widened in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Why was her mother so upset? Irene stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Margaret's. "Mom, calm down, okay?" But Margaret just shook her head,
Margaret's eyes widened even further, and she took a step closer to Ivy. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "You're just a child; you don't know what's going on!" Ivy stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I may not know everything, Mom," she said, her voice now steady. "But I do know that you're being really mean to Jeremy and to Dad. And it's not right." Margaret's expression turned even angrier, but she knew she could never raise her hand to slap Ivy. "You're just like your father," she spat. "You always take his side, no matter what." "That's not true, Mom!" Ivy spat in anger, her voice higher than intended. "I'm just trying to be fair. And I think you're being really unfair to Dad!" Margaret's face twisted and she turned away from Ivy. "Just get out of my sight, Ivy," she said, her voice cold. "Go to your room and stay there." Ivy felt a twinge in her heart, but she knew that she couldn't stay in the house right now. She needed
PRESENTIvy's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "Why did Jeremy follow you into your room like that?" she asked, but Irene just chuckled bitterly, her eyes glinting with a mix of sadness and amusement."You're intrigued, aren't you?" she asked, brushing off Ivy's question as she slumped back on the sofa. "You know it's your fault. If you hadn't storm off from the house, maybe, just maybe, mother would still be alive."Ivy's confusion deepened as she could sense the pain and resentment in Irene's voice. "How could you say that, Irene?" Ivy said, feeling a knot form in her stomach as she realized that Irene was once again blaming her for their mother's death. Yeah, she always does, ever since her death, and she couldn't quite grasp how it was her fault.Ivy was well aware that her words had hurt her mother, and she felt guilty for that, but Irene kept rubbing it in her face as if she wanted Ivy to feel responsible for their mother's passing. Ivy's mind flashed back to that fateful da
The sound of Jeremy's body crashing to the floor reverberated throughout the whole room, making Irene's eyes dilate in both relief and shock. Irene could hear her mother's heavy breathing behind her, and she turned around. Her eyes widened further when she met the gruesome sight. "M... Mother?" she stuttered, slowly climbing to her feet as her gaze wandered over the bloody Jeremy. There was a deep gash in Jeremy's side, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and her knees buckled, but she managed to stay upright. The sound of her mother's labored breathing grew louder, and Irene's gaze snapped back to Margaret, her face etched with concern. "Mother... Mother, are you okay?" Irene asked quickly, rushing off to Margaret's side. Margaret enveloped Irene in a tight embrace, her breathing steadying as she looked away from Jeremy, whose hands were sliding to the side of his abdomen, squirming in pain. Irene held her mother tight
Zack stared at his tablet for what felt like forever, hesitant. He was finally going to see the one who was behind his accident. But now the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He knew this call could change everything, reveal a face he might recognize, or a stranger he would despise. He wasn't sure he was ready for either.Ivy was by his side, squeezing his arm tightly and encouraging him to do it. "Come on, Finn made this possible for you, so... let’s get it over with," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nudging him to tap on the screen."Alright," he said finally, but as Ivy attempted to speak, a loud cry came out from the room."Lucas again," she growled and got up, placing a soft kiss on Zack's cheek. "Be right back."With that, she left, and Zack decided to get it over with as Ivy had said. He tapped on the screen, and there just what he had feared stared right back at him.Those familiar emerald eyes..."Chris. So it was really you," Zack whispered, disbelief
THE NEXT MORNING, Ivy and Zack made their way downstairs, luggage in tow, with Lucas giggling in his stroller. Lucas was babbling excitedly, clearly sensing the adventure ahead, and Ivy couldn't help but smile at her little boy's enthusiasm. Although she was still a bit hesitant about leaving, Zack's and Lucas's enthusiasm was infectious.But she had to agree a vacation would benefit them all.Just as they were about to head out the door, Xavier, their butler, rushed in, looking flustered."Wait, please!" Xavier exclaimed. "We have a visitor."Ivy's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering. "Who is it?"Xavier hesitated before responding. "It's... your..." Before he could finish, a voice cut in."Zack has woken up all this time, and you didn't bother informing us," Henry walked in, the old man right beside him.The moment he set eyes on Zack, he went straight to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, son..."Zack, caught off guard, returned the hug, a mix of surprise and conf
"Ivy, remember when I took Roy outside?" Zack said, and Ivy frowned. "Yes, of course." "I thought... I thought I saw Chris. Briefly. Just a glimpse." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Chris? But... he hasn't called since that day..." "Exactly," Zack said, his brow furrowed. "But what if... what if... I don't know...?" Ivy shook her head, dismissing the idea. "Zack, that's impossible. Didn't you say he was an imposter?" "I'm starting to doubt that 'imposter' theory," Zack said. "It's too convenient the way he operates in the shadows... it's shady." Ivy's eyes narrowed, having a hard time processing everything. If he wasn't an imposter, then why hadn't he reunited with Zack? Why was he hiding? "What if... he has a vendetta? Against you?" Ivy sprang from the bed, her head filled with fear gnawing at her. She knew what it felt like to be wanted dead, and now Zack, this childhood friend... if it's true, then it's even worse than she imagined. "Maybe we should tell Finn every
"Lucas, I'm home!" Zack announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of their living room. Ivy smiled and quickly got beside him. "Careful, Zack," she cautioned, her hand lightly touching his arm. "Remember, you're still recovering." "Now you want me to be treated like a fragile piece of glass, huh?" Zack said with his usual smirk, and Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, that's what you are right now." Zack smirked, closing the short distance between them. "Is that so?" Ivy stepped back, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Zack, this isn't the right place to... you know, do your usual thing..." She then said with gritted teeth, "Maria and Lucas are coming." Zack turned to find Maria smiling his way. She bowed slightly and then placed Lucas on the ground. "There he is," Zack said, his voice softening as he knelt down. He extended his arms, a wide, welcoming smile on his face. "Come here, buddy. Daddy's home." Lucas hesitated, his gaze shifting between Zack and
"Zack, tomorrow's a big day. Lucas is hitting nine months," Ivy said, her voice soft as she gently ran her hands over Zack's. "Can you believe it? Nine months already?"She tried hard to grin, but what came out was a pathetic smile. "I... started him on complementary foods, you know. He seems to really like mashed sweet potatoes with a little cinnamon. He makes the funniest face when he tastes something new, but sweet potatoes are definitely his favorite."Ivy chuckled, despite knowing that Zack couldn't hear her. The sound was more for her own benefit, a way to release some of the tension and sadness that had been building up inside.But as she looked at Zack's still face, her expression shifted. Her smile faltered, and her eyes welled up with tears.Ivy's sigh turned into a sob, and she buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow.She had hoped Zack would wake up before their son turned seven months, but now he was nine months, still trapped in this limbo.He didn't get to
SIX MONTHS LATERIvy's hands trembled as she held the phone, Bryan's voice sounding at the other end."Ma'am, we found him last night," Bryan said, his tone gentle but firm. "The driver who hit Zack. We've got a positive ID."Ivy's breath caught in her throat. Six months of waiting, wondering, and fighting for answers. Finally, she was going to get some justice."Who is it?" Ivy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause before Bryan responded, "Marcus Thompson. The police are bringing him in for questioning. They're going to push him hard to see if he'll talk."Ivy's grip on the phone tightened. "Will he talk?""There's a good chance he might," Bryan said. "Thompson's got a history of criminal activity. He's been in and out of jail for various offenses. If the police can leverage that, he might be willing to cooperate."Ivy's mind was racing. "How soon can they get him to talk?" She wanted to wipe that smug look off Albert's face.Bryan hesitated before responding, "W
Ivy's car halted in front of the Anderson mansion. It was the early hours of the morning, and Ivy decided to seize this opportunity to get answers.She slammed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion. She didn't bother to knock before entering.A sliver of light spilled out from the lounge, the air thick with the smell of stale liquor."Albert!" Ivy yelled, scanning the whole place. "Albert, where are you?"Footsteps sounded, and Henry appeared coming down the stairs, draped in a robe and his hair a bit messy."It's too early to yell," he said, but as his eyes landed on Ivy, a frown settled on his face."What are you doing here?""Where is Albert?" Ivy asked, and Henry's brow deepened."Ivy, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sitting with Zack at the hospital?""Where is Albert?" Ivy's expression turned serious, the one that tells you, "I'm losing my patience."Henry's eyes lingered on her for a moment before finally pointing to a corner."Turn left."Wit
"I never should have let you leave." Ivy whimpered, squeezing Zack's hand, as if trying to coax life back into his fingers. "I should have forced you to eat breakfast... maybe... maybe..."She choked on tears trickling down her cheek... "maybe you would have escaped it..." she sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, but it was no use. The dam broke, and she let out a heart-wrenching sob, her body shaking uncontrollably."How long are you going to stay like this, huh? How long before you wake up..." she mumbled. "It's only been a few hours, and I can't keep seeing you like this..."He had always been the strong one, the rock that held her together when she broke down. But now he was the one who was broken, and she was left to pick up the pieces. All she could do was hope he would wake up sooner.Ivy's sobs slowly subsided as she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.Her chest tightened, but she pushed through, squeezing his arm with all the strength she could muster."Please w
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Ivy murmured, pacing back and forth in the room with the crying Lucas in her arms. "Mommy's here." The nanny, Maria, sat on the couch, watching them with concern, occasionally standing up and sitting back down on the couch in frustration. Lucas's cries only intensified, his small body writhing in discomfort. He was unusually fussy, refusing his bottle and arching his back in distress. Ivy had tried everything – changing his diaper, offering him a pacifier, singing lullabies – but nothing seemed to make him calm down. Maria got up and approached Ivy. "Let me try, Mrs. Anderson," But Ivy shook her head. "No, I've got him. I just need to... figure out what's wrong." She continued to pace, trying to rock Lucas to sleep. "What's wrong, my little one?" she whispered, her heart throbbing slightly. Lucas usually didn't cry this way for this long. She glanced at the clock, wondering if she should call Zack and tell him about Lucas's behavior. But it would b