CHAPTER 79
ALEX'S POV
“Sandra,” she said, leaning forward. "I was asking you about her. Have you heard from her yet?”
That name sent a jab to my chest and I gripped my fork tight. Then my grip loosened and I sighed.
“No," I said simply. "Why do you ask?”
My mother leaned back, her manicured nails clicking against the desk. “Are you sure she hasn’t texted you?" she asked, frowning. “She promised to text you after I sent that article. Are you… are you sure you haven't talked to her at all?”
I clenched my jaws, the sound of her nails echoing across the halls of my mind. My eyes remained on my plate as I shook my head in response.
"No,” I muttered curtly.
"Oh?” Her hands reached for her mug. "Well, that's strange. After everything with that… girl,” she took a sip of her tea, "I tho
