FAYE
I wasn’t insecure.
I knew that about myself. I’d never been the type to spiral over shadows or imagined threats. Still, discomfort didn’t always come from insecurity. Sometimes it came from awareness—from knowing yourself well enough to recognize when something, if left unspoken, could quietly grow teeth.
That was what this was.
So I decided I would talk to Alexander about it. Not tonight—maybe not even directly—but soon. Before my thoughts got ahead of me. Before overthinking turned a harmless feeling into something ugly.
For now, I lay stretched across the bed, staring up at the ceiling while my mind drifted lazily from one thought to another. Alexander had gone to check on his mother, to make sure she was settled in for the night. Knowing Helen, that likely meant more than jus
