“I know, love. It’s always been yours,” Ivy rubs his back lightly. “Hey Arty, didn’t you want my and Winter’s help with something?”

Winter chews her lip. “Please don’t tell anyone about it. It’s the only thing I have of him,” she says softly. She then takes a deep breath and clarifies. “The female is me, the guy is Arthur.” Her eyes are downcast; she can’t look him in the eye.