[Ivy knows this is the start of a longer story, but when the fresh wave of tears starts she knows it isn't the moment to ask. She tucks Raven's head under her chin and strokes her back soothingly, waiting for her to calm enough to keep talking, or to decide that she's done and she doesn't want to say any more.
Ivy's fallen afoul of men who knew best. She's confident that Charles will never fit into the same category of man as Woodrue, but she knows well enough what it's like to feel you've been loved and then disposed of.]
Re: Spam
Ivy's fallen afoul of men who knew best. She's confident that Charles will never fit into the same category of man as Woodrue, but she knows well enough what it's like to feel you've been loved and then disposed of.]