CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
ALEX DAVALO
I messed up!
Sandro was busy playing a video game on his laptop when I walked in. The sound of clicking keys and virtual explosions filled the room, creating a buzz that felt familiar yet distant as thoughts swirled in my mind. “Sandro,” I said, half deep in thought, trying to shake off everything I had just experienced.
He paused the game, the screen dimming as he turned his full attention to me. “Alex, what happened? You returned late from school. That's unlike you. Father asked after you, but I had no answer for him. You were not even taking my call. Are you okay?” He looked genuinely worried, his brow furrowing as he set aside the controller.
“Do you think we are being too hard on Nadia?” I asked, my voice soft and uncertain. It felt strange to e
