ALEXANDER’S POV
The house was quiet when I walked in.
Too quiet.
I dropped my keys in the tray by the door, loosening the knot in my tie as the scent hit me…..something savory, warm, and nostalgic, like a memory from a life I never lived. My brow furrowed as I made my way toward the kitchen.
And then I saw her.
Nia stood by the stove, towel in her hands, her hair tied back in a loose bun. The table was set, two places. Chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetables. A full meal, homemade and waiting. She looked up, startled.
“You’re home,” she said softly.
I stepped closer, taking it in. “You did all this?”
Her eyes dropped. “I,I was bored. I hope it’s okay. I didn’t mean to overstep. I just needed something to do.”
Something clenched in my chest. She looked nervous again. Like I’d
