Alexander must have noticed my fatigue because he signaled for the check earlier than I expected. “You look tired,” he said, and for once, it seemed like he meant it.
“I am,” I admitted. “It’s been a long week.” I hadn’t even had a full day at home after being discharged from the hospital before we had to do this. But we had to act quickly before the media shitstorm got worse, after all.
The drive home was mercifully silent. Alexander didn’t try to continue our performance, for which I was grateful. I leaned my head back against the headrest and shut my eyes for most of the ride, too tired to keep them open for long.
When we finally arrived home, I kicked off my heels the moment we stepped through the door.
“I’m going to take a bath and then go to bed,” I said, already head
