Chapter 40
GrahamAlexa’s couch offered little comfort. I wriggled and stretched and couldn’t relax. Except for the surge of the air conditioner turning on, silence blanketed the house, and I wondered if Alexa had been able to fall asleep.
I certainly couldn’t. So, I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her open bedroom door. I halted with a creak on the hardwood, feeling like a creep.
She’d flung off the quilt and lay on her side with her knees tucked nearly to her chin. The childlike pose made my chest ache. I hoped her father would be all right. I didn’t know what was worse, losing a parent slowly and painfully or suddenly and violently. The heartbreak of both pained me.
I stepped away from her door and ventured back to the living room sofa. The sight of Alexa forlorn was a vision I n
