@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 3 The next day at lunch with Olivia, Sophia, Camilla, and Brendan, Ivy was still in a pitch-black mood. “My father is being impossible,” she fumed. “He’s determined to move. I’m not sure there’s anything I can do that will change his mind.” “Have you tried biting him on the leg?” said Brendan. “My little sister, Bethany, did that once to my dad, and it really got his attention. I mean, he almost had to go to the hospital.” Ivy couldn’t even smile. “My father doesn’t like hospitals,” she said glumly. Across from her, Olivia moved a piece of limp broccoli around her plate with her fork. “Do you think he wants to go to Europe to get away from me?” she said quietly to her plate. Ivy’s heart cracked open like a coffin. Sometimes she forgot that this was just as hard for Olivia as it was for her—maybe harder. “He wouldn’t do that, Olivia,” she said as reassuringly as she could.
