AXEL
I sat at the dining table across from Axel, staring at the plate in front of me. The smell of food filled the room, but my mind was far away.
After yesterday's conversation, we hadn’t exchanged many words until this morning when a lady came to me introducing herself as Aunt Diane, the housekeeper, and told me to come down for breakfast.
My hands trembled slightly as I picked at the bread on my plate. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me as though I might break at any moment.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked for what felt like the third time since we sat down.
I dropped the bread back on the plate and glared at him. “You know, that shouldn’t be your first word every time I move or breathe,” I snapped, unable to hide my irritation.
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing ov
