#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. My smile drops a little as I read this and I sit back on my pillows, wondering why I feel…well, a little disappointed. I stare at Ivan’s text, reading it two and then three more times, sorting through my emotions. And I realize that I’m disappointed because there’s a third person in this text, quite present if unnamed. Kent. It’s not just me and Ivan’s secret liaison anymore. I drop my phone into my lap as I lean against my pillows to think. I mean