CHAPTER 32

ELLA'S POV

And then, just like that, a memory sparked in my head. "Sweet Swirls," I whispered, barely audibly.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"She loves going there. The ice cream place. Sweet Swirls." The pieces clicked into place in my head, and for a moment, I had a glimmer of hope. "It's where she always goes when she's upset. I should've thought of it sooner.

We didn't spend another second, bolting to my rusty old car. Xavier stopped and eyed it disdainfully, but I couldn't care less.

"You can either get in or you can stay here," I snarled, wrenching open the door.

He slid onto the worn seat, didn't say a word. We peeled out toward Sweet Swirls, my old car protesting the strain. Xavier didn't say one word during the ride, but I can tell he looked over a million times at me, thinking of a hundred things, yet not saying anything. My hands were tight on the steering wheel as I zoomed he car past the streets, my mind consumed with thoughts of Ivy.

We finally reached the destinati