After taking a cold shower and changing into fresh clothes, he headed out. Passing by her room, the silence was deafening.
He reached out, his hand hovering over the doorknob, wanting to go in and check on her. But his hand froze mid-air, unable to move any further.
He just couldn't muster the courage to enter.
Damn it. Was there really something he was afraid of?
Without lingering any longer, he turned and descended the stairs with heavy steps.
Tonight, he needed a drink. Because of Phoebe, he couldn't focus on work at all.
Inside the car, Alexander stomped irritably on the gas pedal, the vehicle speeding like a bullet. He ran countless red lights, frustration coursing through his veins.
Police cars blared their sirens behind him, trailing closely.
But Alexander had no intention o
