ALEXANDER
I kept glancing at my watch, wondering what was taking her so long. Faye had said she’d be back an hour ago. I’d already called her twice, and each time she assured me she was close. Still, I couldn’t help checking the time again, tapping my fingers against my knee.
She’d left home early, saying she had an appointment. I hadn’t asked too many questions—partly because she went with Irene, and that made me feel it was safe. Faye had been restless lately, and though I didn’t always understand it, I knew she needed the space. She didn’t talk much anymore, and I didn’t know how to reach her without making her shut down further.
I rose from the chair and decided to check on my mother. She’d been resting in the guest room since she arrived earlier. I’d called her that morning, intend
