2 years ago
Tripp
I slow the patrol car down as she flits into sight. I knew Ivy was home for a visit, but it’s become an extended one apparently. Pulling over, I throw the car in park and smile broadly when she starts my way.
“Not headed back to New York yet?” I ask, ignoring the pressure that takes hold when I think about her leaving again.
“Not yet. I wanted to get this all squared away first.” She looks back over her shoulder at the brownstone she just exited.
“Get what squared away?”
“Signing my lease.” A small smile tugs at her lips as she turns back to me. Coming around the car, I lean back on the hood and try to make sense of her words. Lease. She signed a lease in Foxport?
“A lease for what?”
Ivy tucks her curls behind her ear, the smile widening. “An apartment, I’m moving home.”
Her words wash over me, loosening something tight in my chest. She’s coming home. My world had been tilted on its axis when she accepted the job in New York, and in the blink of an eye, she’s righted it again.
“That’s great, Foxport wasn’t the same without you,” I tell her. Nothing was the same without her. But I keep that part to myself.