Alexander’s POV
I finally arrived home, still feeling the weight of everything that has happened.
“Where have you been? You weren’t home last night, your phone switched off, and no one could get to you.” Cynthia asked, the sound of her voice snapping me back to reality, a reality I wished I could escape from.
Her tone laced with fury, though her demeanor remained unsettling calm. I could see fire in her eyes, barely restrained.
I take a deep sigh. Of all people, she’s the least person I'll ever want to talk to right now.
I struggle with my feet, the weight of everything crushing on me, pressing down on my shoulders, making it hard to even lift my head.
My body—it felt heavy, like I was dragging my own shadow through molasses.
“Alexander! You’re not saying anything.” Cynthia gnar
