CASSANDRA POV
Alex doesn’t call, The realization settles slowly, like a bruise blooming beneath silk. I notice it first in the quiet moments, when I wake and reach instinctively for my phone, when the hours stretch without interruption, when the world keeps moving and he does not appear in it.
No message, no excuse, no obligation fulfilled. I know he never loved me, but atleast he still always put on the act that he does, but lately, he just seems like he doesn’t give a damn about me. I tell myself it shouldn’t matter.
This is not a romance, It never was. Alex Robinson and I were logic incarnate two families, two legacies, one inevitable union. We were aligned long before we were intimate, before his hand ever rested at the small of my back in public, before photographers learned how to
