Lauren
The hallway outside Alexander’s office was quiet, save for the faint hum of voices drifting up from downstairs. Dark wood lined the walls, soaking up the chandelier light, making everything feel dimmer, heavier.
We hadn’t really talked since everything happened—aside from dinner, and even then, he’d been silent, lost in thought.
My heart pounded as I stood at his door.
It had taken all day to work up the nerve to come here. To face him.
I could turn back, crawl into bed, ignore this for another night. But maybe I knew better. Maybe I’d finally hit a wall—I couldn’t be selfish anymore. Not when our kids were involved.
The past didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was the father of my children, and with whatever was coming, we needed to be a team.
I raised my hand to knock
