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The lossy azines and online tabloids She’d met Oliver Frost when he cahter had been abducted It was a thriller I’d seen it—it was clever

Anyway, they both were nominated for an Oscar, and while Frost had lost out to another director, Ivy had won the Academy Award for Best Screenplay I’d never seen Iris and Ira so proud as they hen she won

So yeah, Ivy was the lamorous person I knew

Or she used to be

Her dark hair was piled in a messy knot on top of her head She wore no makeup and had dark circles under her eyes Her cheeks an, she’d lost weight her slender figure couldn’t afford to lose, and the sweater and sweatpants she ere hanging off her

There was also a ketchup stain on the sweater

This was not good No wonder Bailey was so worried about her Yes, her fiancé had overdosed It was tragic Awful Horrific, really But this seerief This was like …

It was like she’d given up

That was scary considering what I knew of Ivy, she was sassy, setic person I’d ever met, had found it hard to keep up with Ivy

Iris and Ira watched their daughter orried frowns

“How are you?” I asked

Ivy flicked me a dull look “Fine” She turned to her parents “I’ll be inside unpacking”

I was ashamed to admit I relaxed as soon as she disappeared into the apartment

“Sorry …” Iris’s voice lowered “She’s still trying to pick herself up”

“Well …” I searched for so into her own apartress”