THIRD POV
Helen made her way downstairs.
Her movements were calm and unhurried now.
By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase, every trace of weakness had been tucked away where no one could see it.
The living room came into view moments later.
Alexander was no longer standing where she had left him.
Instead, he was seated on one of the sofas.
His phone was pressed to his ear.
Helen slowed slightly.
She didn't intend to eavesdrop.
But she didn't need to.
Years of experience made certain things obvious.
The tone of Alexander's voice.
His posture.
The clipped responses.
The focused expression.
It was work.
Pack business.
And based on the occasional words she caught, she already had a fairly good idea who was on the other end.
Cole.
The two of them had worked tog
