Short of Breath: Chapter Three - The Weight of Air
The morning after her midnight escape, Ivy finds herself back in the only world she thinks she deserves: the shadows of the service entrance. Working a bridal shower for the elite, she is reminded of everything she is—and everything Thatcher Reed is not. But the silence of her phone is heavier than the crates she carries, and the guilt of her flight is starting to outweigh her fear of being seen. “It’s easy to blame the mountain for being too high, but the truth is, I’m just afraid of the view.” In a kitchen filled with "precious" things, Ivy finally decides to look up. Chapter Three The Weight of Air Ivy The sun is too bright. It pours through the gaps in my blinds, hitting the hardwood floor of my studio apartment like a spotlight. I’m huddled on my sofa, still wearing the same silk dress from last night, though it’s wrinkled now—a ruined, expensive map of my own cowardice. My heels are kicked off near the door, one of them lying on its side, looking just as exhausted as I...
