Chapter 5Ivy woke early the next morning, though she wasn’t sure if it still counted as waking if she barely got to sleep in the first place. She rolled over in the bed, surveyed the retro-throwback bedside clock that now read seven in the morning, and realized it would soon be sunrise. Maybe I can salvage one part of this weekend, she figured, and rolled out of bed.
Ivy dressed in the same clothing as yesterday, since opening her satchel where all her grading was would only distract her further. She’d already been distracted enough by the heated discussion of the night before, plus the rather lackluster de-briefing session she and her siblings had had before they quit the night to their individual rooms.
“I still don’t get why we just don’t leave,” Hazel had said the night before, strad
