He chuckled softly, though it was weak, almost absent. “Nothing new, relax,” he said, his voice carrying that subtle weight that meant he wasn’t entirely fine. But I wasn't going to push, because a part of me knew Diana's presence had affected him more than he wanted to admit.
I let a short pause stretch between us, giving him space before I continued. “I was thinking… I might visit your mother tomorrow.”
The moment the words left my lips, I saw his head snap up, eyes wide with concern. “Why?” he asked immediately. “Is there a problem? Are you sick?”
I couldn’t stop myself—I laughed. It spilled out uncontrollably, light and sharp, and I had to grip the railing to steady myself. Alexander, of course, didn’t laugh. He just stared at me, utterly bewildered.
“Sick?” I gasped between laughs
