ALEXANDER POV
"Tell me about Grace."
Her voice was soft, too soft for a question that could crack everything inside me.
My hands slipped from her waist without permission from my body, like my control had simply been cut loose. For a moment I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe properly. Grace. The name didn't feel like a memory. It felt like a wound splitting open.
My eyes dropped instinctively to my wrist… the watch. I always wore it, not to track time but because of her. The faint crack along the glass caught the light, and my chest tightened so hard it hurt. My fingers twitched with the urge to grip it, as though I could stop the past from spilling out if I just held on tightly enough.
I couldn't look at Selena. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was afraid of what she'd se
