Chapter Nine : A Man Like Alexander
The next morning, the air in the polytechnic felt like a literal weight on my chest. I had spent the entire night rehearsing scenarios with Charlie, drinking cold coffee and staring at Chase’s sleeping face until my eyes burned. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alexander’s piercing blue stare, the way he had looked at the small sneakers under my coffee table like they were a puzzle he was determined to solve. I knew he wouldn't let it go. Men like Alexander Knights didn't just walk away from a mystery; they dismantled it until there was nothing left but the raw truth.
I tried to keep my head down, moving through the corridors like a ghost, but I should have known better. He was waiting for me. Not in the hallway, not in the staff room, but right ins
