Chapter Twelve : Is it Yours
The heavy silence of the hallway was broken only by the sound of Chase’s small sneakers scuffing against the linoleum. My heart was a frantic drum in my chest, a physical pain behind my ribs as I watched Alexander crouched there, his massive frame hovering over my son.
"Is this yours?" Alexander’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, a low rumble that lacked its usual jagged edge.
Chase reached out a small, chubby hand and took the blue truck. "Dank you," he chirped, his voice clear and sweet. He didn't run away. He stood his ground, looking into Alexander’s face with a curious, fearless intensity.
I stood frozen in the doorway, the world tilting on its axis. Alexander was staring at him—really staring. He was tracing the line of Chase’s jaw, the messy dar
