The line went dead.
Alexander stared at his phone for a second longer than necessary, Victoria’s last words still echoing in his head, not because they mattered, but because they lingered.
That alone irritated him.
With a sharp exhale, he shoved the phone into his pocket and stepped out into the night, the cool air doing little to settle the heat building under his skin.
Going home wasn’t an option.
Not like this.
The silence there would be too loud. Too empty. Too full of thoughts he didn’t feel like entertaining without a distraction.
So he walked.
Not aimlessly, Alexander never did anything without intention, but without a clear destination either, his mind too occupied, replaying the same scene over and over again.
Amelia.
Standing there.
Looking at him like she had already
