Sophie’s POV
I stared at the door.
Alexander was standing on the other side.
My heart was beating faster than it should have.
“We need to talk.”
His voice was calm, but something about his tone made me nervous.
I looked toward my bed.
The jewelry box was hidden beneath my pillow, and the tiny key was still inside it.
I couldn't let him see it.
Not yet.
I walked toward the door and opened it halfway.
Alexander stood in the hallway with his hands in his pockets.
“What do you want to talk about?”
He looked at me for a moment.
“Your father.”
My stomach tightened.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
I stepped aside.
He entered my room and closed the door behind him.
I immediately felt uncomfortable.
“What about him?”
Alexander remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he said, “How much do
