“Will,” she says gently, “there was no Billy.” I’m shaking my head. “Yes, there was. He broke Way’s arm, so I broke his nose. I—” She’s shaking her head, and I’m biting my tongue, and fuck, she looks so sad. Why does she look so sad? Don’t say it. Please don’t say it— “It wasn’t Billy.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Goddamn it, Ivy. God. Fucking. Damn it all.
