Evelyn
By breakfast the next morning, Alexander is doing well enough to take the meal in the sitting room. Dr. Zorinski just left after having rebandaged his shoulder and apologizing profusely for the incident with Sophia. The doctor promised to deliver the pain reliever herself from now on.
“Thank you,” I say to Alexander, “for everything you told me yesterday. It means a lot that you shared that with me, that you trust me to keep your secret.”
Alexander licks his yogurt spoon clean. “I’m not sure I should trust you.” His eyes lift to mine. “But I do anyway.”
His words weigh on me, the power he is handing me with this level of vulnerability. Part of me aches to stay by his side, to prove to him that his trust in me is deserved. To protect him as he has protected me.
“I was wondering
