Not because she agreed.
But because she understood what he meant.
And she hated it.
“You don’t get to just decide that,” she said, her voice lower now but no less intense. “This isn’t some strategy you can just take control of and execute like everything else.”
“It’s exactly that,” he replied.
“No, it’s not,” she shot back. “This is your life too.”
“And I’m choosing how to use it,” he said.
The room went still again.
Helen watched them both quietly.
She didn’t intervene.
Because this part—
This was not hers to control.
Faye took a step closer to him now, her frustration clear, but so was something else—fear, buried under everything else she was trying to hold together.
“You said it yourself,” she said. “There’s no guarantee this works.”
“I know," Alexander said.
“And if it d
