Alex’s POV
The walk to my room felt longer than it should have, the weight of the evening pressing down on my shoulders. My father walked beside me, his usual calm demeanor intact, but there was something about the way he kept glancing at me—sharp, questioning—that tightened knots in my stomach.
When we stopped outside my door, he turned to face me fully, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” His tone was firm, but not unkind.
“Nothing happened,” I said quickly, too quickly.
Connor crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the wall. “Alexandra, you’ve been my daughter for how long now? I know when something’s off. What happened today?”
“Nothing,” I repeated, my voi
