The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Alex stepped out first,silent, controlled, a little too composed for someone who’d almost had a breakdown earlier. He carried himself like nothing had happened in his office. He was always good at looking fine on the outside.
I wasn’t fooled.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked quietly as I followed him into the apartment.
Alex didn’t stop walking. “Don’t ask me that again.”
Which meant the answer was very much no.
He pretended not to notice the way I watched him. “You can sit, you know. You don’t have to stand there like a statue.”
“That’s kind of part of the job,” I replied.
He gave a small, barely there smile. “You take that too seriously.”
One of us had to. Especially for him.
I moved slowly, sitting beside him, leaving a
