Betty.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find the bed empty. My first thought was that Alex was in the bathroom, but after waiting a few minutes and hearing nothing, my curiosity got the better of me.
I reached for my phone and checked the time, it was 3:13 a.m. A strange, uneasy feeling settled in my chest.
Where could he be at this hour? I wanted to dismiss it and go back to sleep, but the gnawing in my gut wouldn’t let me.
Sliding out of bed, I walked to the door and peeked into the hallway. It was quiet. Instinctively, I made my way downstairs, where I heard his voice, low and tense, coming from somewhere near the living room.
He was on the phone.
I froze mid-step, straining to catch the conversation, but his words were muffled. Still, something about his tone sent a
