Winter raises her brows. “Would you get rid of her? You know, if you could without feeling a piece of your soul is missing?” She asks softly.

Ivy smiles and gets out. The garden is a relatively large square area just outside of a nearby community, colorful with organized produce. Two women are already there, talking and laughing with a tall brunet man. His eyes brighten when he sees Ivy. “Lucky!” He calls, running and sweeping Ivy up in a big hug. The other women turn to her and when the blonde woman catches sight of Jacob, she eyes him appreciatively. “Hello,” she purrs.