Alex
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I set my coffee cup on the table, rage boiling beneath the surface. Who might it be? Nobody had told me of any visit. I stood up and made a tentative step toward the door. As I reached for the handle, a familiar fear crept into my chest. The moment I opened it, my stomach tightened.
Alessia stood there, her face pale, but her eyes blazed with a need I understood all too well.
"Hi," I muttered, carefully holding the edge of the door.
"Hi, Alex." Her voice was quiet and almost scary. Her tone lacked warmth and instead suggested dread.
"Hope you're fine," she remarked casually, as if she hadn't just appeared unwanted.
"I'm fine," I said, my tone bland and casual.
"Okay." She moved slightly, as if to leave, but something
