Alexander's POV
I woke up with a heaviness in my chest, a feeling I couldn't shake no matter how much I tried to convince myself it was just exhaustion from the previous night. The silence in the house was unsettling. It was too quiet. Even though it was early, the house normally had some life to it- either one of the boys would be up and about, or Elizabeth would be downstairs, maybe having breakfast or just sitting quietly. But today, the stillness gnawed at me.
I sat up, running a hand over my face, trying to push away the remnants of a restless sleep. The events of the night before played through my mind, and a wave of guilt washed over me. I had been too harsh with her. I knew that now. I had let my anger get the best of me, and I didn't stop to consider how hurt she might've
