CHAPTEE 22
A LOSING GAME
ALEXANDER’S POV
The sound of my mother's Saturday telenovela show blasted off the soundbar, filling the living room with that dramatic Spanish dialogue and swelling music. She laughed at a scene playing on the television, oblivious to my presence.
Not that I wanted her to be aware that I was there anyways.
I turned to the stairs, unbuttoning my sleeves as I made my way up the steps. The wooden boards creaked under my weight and everywhere went silent. I remained still, closing my eyes and cursing inwardly as the couch squeaked.
“Alex?" my mother called, her voice filled with uncertainty.
I looked down through the railing and watched as she put on her slipper and dropped down from the couch. My jaws ticked as she turned to the stairs. The moment her gaze
