Ivy's world began to spiral. She started noticing things—small at first: a locked room Aurora refused to talk about, whispered conversations between her and Vivienne, and a chilling painting hidden in the attic that bore a striking resemblance to a woman Ivy didn't recognize.
Her love for Aurora became suffocating, her every thought consumed by the blonde's laughter, her touch, her secrets.
One night, Ivy found herself in that forbidden room, her hands trembling as she turned the key. What she found inside changed everything.
Photographs. Hundreds of them. All of Ivy.
Aurora had been watching her long before they met.