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Breakfast should have been peaceful. But nothing inside me felt calm. My stomach had been twisting itself into knots from the moment I opened my eyes.
The dream. I thought about it all night until I finally fell asleep. I needed to figure out a way to get to Alexander.
He was sitting across from me, quietly eating like the world wasn’t dancing on the edge of chaos.
I poked at my eggs. My hand kept tapping the table. I wasn’t usually this jittery, and apparently it was obvious, because Alexander stopped mid-bite and looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“You’ve barely eaten,” he said. “And you keep staring at me like you want to say something.” His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp—watchful. He always noticed everything with me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but one of the kitche
