FAYE
The sound of Alexander's fists slamming into the punching bag echoed through the training room, a steady rhythm of frustration and force. I stood by the entrance, just watching him, letting the moments pass without saying a word. His shoulders moved with each strike, muscles coiled tight, sweat dripping down his back. He wasn’t just working out—he was trying to fight something he couldn’t put into words.
It had been a whole day since he returned from his mother’s place, and not once had he said anything about what they discussed. I didn’t need him to. Irene’s words were still sharp in my memory, and I had a strong feeling of what the truth must have been. Maybe he was still processing it. Maybe he didn’t want to share it yet. Either way, I decided not to press.
He finally slowed, b
