The hackles on the back of Ivory’s neck stood on high alert. She knew that Amalia’s mother was in a hospital for the mentally insane. But had no idea where her father was. Even in her research, she had not come across his name anywhere. Every pore in her body could smell the danger seeping into the room. She took a second glance at Amalia’s freshly done acrylic nails, the fact that someone had been keeping Dr. Whitaker alive for two years and suddenly, Ivory didn’t feel so secure.
I said that. Even though I don't think it's the father. Someone has to be helping her. Two years of electricity being on in an abandoned place. Someone is paying the bills
