I couldn't find Ivy all over the place in our room. The room was empty and a bit messy. The cleaners haven't come to clean the room yet. I checked the bathroom, and found the floor a little wet. Ivy hasn't been out of our room for long apparently.
I glanced at the watch on my wrist. Ivy must have gone to a restaurant for breakfast. Now I remember that we haven't gone to breakfast together since arriving in Ibiza. I should make amends to Ivy asap before things turn bad.
From a distance I saw Ivy just coming out of the restaurant. I hastened my steps to quickly meet her. But something seems wrong with her. Ivy kept her head down with shaking shoulders like she was crying.
She was indeed crying!
"Ivy? What is it?"
