FAYE
Alexander arrived to a house that looked… normal.
By the time his car pulled into the driveway, Helen had already had the mess upstairs handled.
Whatever chaos had torn through her bedroom earlier had been erased—blood cleaned, glass swept away, furniture restored or removed entirely.
Nothing downstairs hinted at what had happened, and that was intentional. Helen didn't like such energy around her, and she didn’t like panic. At least, that was what she said.
I was standing in the living room when the door opened.
The moment Alexander stepped inside, his eyes went straight to me.
He didn’t pause. He didn’t ask questions...didn’t even fully close the door behind him before he crossed the space between us. His arms came around me fast and hard, pulling me into his chest like he
