Something sparks in the old woman’s eyes before the corners of her lips curl. “She was feeling under the weather, so I sent her home. Had to fight the girl. Always stubborn, that one.” I huff out a laugh. “Got that right.” Her head tilts. “You know my girl?” My chest tightens over her careful choice of words as I study her features. Her girl. I nod slowly, grateful Ivy has her since she hasn’t had anyone else in a long time. “Is she okay?”
