THIRD POV
The walk to Helen’s room felt longer than it actually was.
Alexander moved through the quiet hallway with measured steps, keeping calm as always, but there was tension sitting heavily across his shoulders.
By the time he reached Helen's door, he slowed.
Then stopped.
For a brief moment, he simply stood there staring at the wood in front of him.
His jaw flexed faintly.
This suddenly felt ridiculous.
Not the reason he came.
Just… the actual act of doing it.
Standing outside his own mother’s room, trying to figure out how to begin a conversation, felt strangely harder than anything he'd done before.
Alexander exhaled quietly through his nose before finally lifting his hand and knocking.
He knocked once.
Then silence followed.
He waited.
Nothing.
No response.
He star
