FAYE
By the time I returned to the house, the sky had already dimmed. I’d spent longer than I intended just sitting out there, watching people move about from a distance, not really thinking... just… existing.
I told myself I needed air, that space was all I wanted, but somehow, even surrounded by all that open sky, I still felt trapped inside my own head.
When I got back to our quarters, the room was empty. The curtains were half-drawn, the air faintly scented with Alexander’s cologne. For a moment, I stood there, listening—no movement, no shower running, no footsteps from the other room. He wasn’t here.
I exhaled quietly, letting my jacket slide off my shoulders and fall across the bed. I figured he was in his office.
I needed to go see him. After the way I’d spoken to him earlier,
