Daciana’s Point of View
The tension in the room was suffocating.
I could feel Alexander’s eyes on me even as I pretended to focus on the knot I was tying on Pete’s shoelaces. My fingers trembled slightly, betraying the calm facade I was desperately trying to maintain. Pete giggled, oblivious to the storm brewing around him, his innocence shielding him from the reality of the complicated mess we were entangled in.
“Mummy, why are your hands shaking?” Pete’s bright green eyes met mine, filled with curiosity and concern.
I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “Just cold, honey.”
But it wasn’t the cold.
It was the realization that no matter how far I ran, no matter how hard I tried to erase the past, it had a way of finding me. And in this case, it found me in the form of Alexander Parker,
