Without A Trace

Fifty-Three.

Its been a few days since Anna moved out of the manor. Lewis ended up waking up the day after she left and shes been helping him with the rest of his recovery at their new house. To say it was an adjustment on Lewis would be an understatement. But he wasn't going to fight his wife on something she was so set in stone on. Thomas has asked to see Lewis on a few different occasions but Anna doesn't want him around Lewis right now. Ivy hasn't heard any updates on Cora yet and its starting to really rip her to pieces inside.

The past few days Ivys been working with Michael and John to figure out a meeting place with Alfie. Ivy has also been working with Thomas to see if they could figure out what the robbery was or at least where it would take place. But so far they haven't been able to find anything so Ada has been in contact with the coppers over in Chester in case they find anything suspicious going on.

Ivys mind swirls at the whirlwind of events that have taken place the last few weeks. The explosion, Lewis and Cora in the hospital, Thomas crumbling under all the pressure of the business along with his heartbreak, Anna dealing with her own heartbreak and then leaving the manor. The exhaustion is really starting to take a toll on her. Too many sleepless nights trying to find every bit of information possible, and theres been one thing on her mind that she shares with Anna,

Revenge.

Ivy blinks out of her thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. She furrows her brow and checks the time on her watch, "Who the fuck is this?" She asks herself while standing up. To her knowledge there was no meeting scheduled today. She walks over to the big heavy door and opens it. She pauses in her footsteps and clenches her jaw, "The fuck are you doing here May," Ivy asks coldy.

Standing in front of the fireplace, Michael tenses up and slightly turns his attention to his wife behind him. He sticks his hands in his pockets and turns his head to Ada who is with Pippin, "Take her to the guest house Ada," Michael demands to her. He looks down at his daughter and softens his face and gives her a warm slight smile before turning around and walking towards his wife. His gaze is back to being hard as stone.

"I came to talk to Thomas and Cora about Pips horse," May says sighing. She grins softly, "Oh wait, silly me. Coras laid the fuck out."

Ivy balls her fists and Michael holds his wife against him, "I fuckin doubt thats the reason you're here. I'm sure you're here to try and whore Thomas over like you always fuckin do when Coras not around," Ivy says through her teeth.

"I've never done that," May says sheepishly, taunting Ivy.

"May that's enough," Michael says darkly. He can feel the rage swelling inside of Ivy as he presses his back against her to try and relax her slightly, "You know you're not fuckin welcome here."

"If you dont believe me then you can sit in the office whilst I talk to him," May says as she shoves past Ivy, "Don't worry about showing me the way, I'm well acquainted to where it is," she taunts as she starts to make her way down the corridor to the hallway leading to the office.

Ivy who is following close behind her snaps and turns to May grabbing the back of her head and dragging her to the office by her hair. She throws May in the chair and holds a knife against the back of her neck. Thomas sits there with his brow furrowed as he watches the situation unfolding in front of him. Applying pressure ever so slightly at the tip of the knife to the base of her neck, "I have no fuckin patience for you and your bullshit games May," Ivy seethes. Anger is oozing out of her pores by now.

Thomas raises his eyebrows and stands up. He leans against his desk and lights a cigarette before taking a puff off of it and pulling it away from his lips, "May why is it every time my wife is gone you turn up at my fuckin house?"