ALEX.
I arrived at the apartment and felt a bit unsettled. I've kept myself under control all this time, and now, I can't describe what's happening.
"Damn, Alex, what's going on with you?" I ruffled my hair, resting a hand on the sink.
I take a shower and go to bed, trying to relax my mind that bombards me with thoughts of what happened, not just tonight's events.
Days pass and the time for my meeting with Dean Stevens arrives.
I entered the office after returning from a business lunch that took longer than necessary. I put my suit jacket in the closet and rolled up my gray shirt sleeves to my elbows.
I sat down and turned my chair to look at the city. An image of Ely, so sweet and innocent, comes to my mind, and I smile to myself.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say as I
