Chapter 68 - Ivan

• The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand the moment I wake up, dying to see if Ivan texted me back. It’s not my burner phone, or my old cell phone which Kent took, but instead my Kent-approved cellphone, which I’m sure he monitors. But whatever – let him look. This is all part of his big plan, anyway.
• I bite my lip, trying not to smile when I see that I have a message waiting. Eagerly, I click on it.
• Ivan: So, has he finally let you out of your cage, Fay? Of course I want to see you. Pick you up at 8.