“I saw him. My heart didn’t shatter. It stuttered, sure. But I walked anyway. Not because I didn’t want to turn around—because I finally knew I shouldn’t.” Summary: n a quiet hallway, Ivy and Jace cross paths. She sees him. Feels the ache. Feels the pull. But this time, she walks. Not because she’s over it, but because she respects herself more than the echo of what they were. Her silence isn’t cold—it’s self-respect. She’s healing in real-time, and her steps away from him are the bravest ones she’s ever taken.