Chapter 152: Ivy

So warm. She snuggled down deeper under the covers.

But screaming.

There was screaming.

Why is there screaming?

Ivy jackknifed up in bed. Her mom was screaming and crying, the sound muffled through the closed bedroom door. Holy hell! Ivy leaped out of bed and threw on her ratty old bathrobe that she hadn't worn since high school, yanking her bedroom door open, where she promptly plowed right into her father, who was also tearing down the hallway.

"Oof!" she grunted.

That made it a second time in two days that she'd run into someone. So much for her waitressing skills keeping her light on her toes.

No time to apologize to her dad or laugh about it, though; they untangled themselves and then were running down the hallway and into the living room, the cries of Betty Rae getting louder as they moved. "Help! Oh God, you have to help! Call 911!"