Zoey rubbed her face against her palms. "Urgh…" She grunted in distress. "He will listen. He will listen." Zoey chanted, recalling what kind of a person Ivan was.
Her memories started from the first time she met Ivan, and how they became good friends that were akin to most siblings. Then Zoey recalled that Ivan used to dislike her too. He used to insult her, call her names, and Zoey would beat him up. But now, their bond was unbreakable.
"Just trust him, Z. Trust Ivan. Yes, trust him." Zoey repeated over and over again as she convinced herself. To help herself from not sneaking out and following Cora herself, Zoey dragged the folders she asked Melanie to bring onto her lap.
