ALEXANDER
I was back in my office before I fully realized I had left the chambers.
I closed the door behind me and stood there for a moment, staring at nothing in particular.
My mind was already working through every possibility.
It seemed like that was what I had been doing lately. Weighing one possibility against another. Looking at details I had previously dismissed and trying to understand whether they meant something more than I had initially thought.
I had suspected Helen was sick.
The thought had crossed my mind when I visited her alone just to be sure. There had been something about her that hadn't felt right, something I couldn't quite explain. I had even asked her about it. But she had told me she was fine.
And she had looked fine. Healthy, even.
There had been no obvious
