Chapter Forty Three
The Hidden Code
The breakfast table the next morning was exactly what Alexander wanted it to be. The sun shone brightly through the clean glass windows, casting long rectangles of light over the silver bowls and the fresh fruit.
"You look rested today, Rachael," Alexander said, not looking up from his newspaper. "The color has returned to your cheeks."
"I slept very well, Alexander," I said. I picked up a strawberry and sliced it into neat pieces. I made sure my voice sounded light, like a bell. "The house was very quiet last night."
Alexander set his paper down and looked at me. His blue eyes scanned my face, searching for the anger from the night before, but I gave him nothing but a soft, calm smile.
"Good," he said, looking pleased. He reached across the table
