(Alexander's POV)
After our argument, Reagan didn't look at me, let alone talk to me. The only time that the two of us were ever in the same room together was when we ate any meal together. Even then she would just sit there at the other end of the table, not saying a word, just quietly eating her food and when she was done she'd get up from the table and go right back to her room. I understood why she was angry, how could I not, I had asked her to give up people that she considered family. I knew Reagan meant it when she said that she would never forgive me for what I had made her do. So I just let her be, it was the only thing that I could do.
Yet, the two of us living in this silence, with this heaviness all around us, it wasn't right. Even though I knew I had to keep her at a d
