CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Alexandra took the apartment steps with slow, lethargic movements, her eyes half hooded, her hands limp against the lacquered, curving rail that led up the stairs to her third-floor unit. Of course, the elevator was down for maintenance.
She sighed as she pulled her aching and exhausted body further up the steps. And yet, still, despite the way tiredness weighed heavy on her, she found her lips forming a small, satisfied smile.
It was nice to have a job again. A teaching job to boot. Of course, she was more a of helper, really. It had been nice when he'd asked her to help with the others... Sometimes, of course, she felt like a poser. Felt like she didn't really belong. She certainly wasn't better off than any of the rest of them.
But she refused to let this keep he
