Victoria
I knocked softly on Alexander’s door, waiting patiently for him to answer. He’d left earlier in anger, and I couldn’t blame him. Maybe I’d been too cold, too dismissive of his worry, but he had to understand that I needed to do this on my own.
The door opened, and Alexander stood there, silent, his gaze fixed on me.
Without a word, he stepped aside, allowing me into his room. It was the first time I’d ever been inside, and it wasn’t what I expected.
The space was dimly lit, cold, and somber. Heavy curtains blocked the light, the air thick and heavy just like him.
“Can we talk?” I asked quietly, hugging my arms around myself.
He didn’t reply, only sat down on the edge of the bed. My nerves tightened.
“Listen,” I began, forcing my voice steady, “I know what I said earlier w
