ALEXANDER
I didn’t go to bed that night.
There was no point.
Faye wouldn’t have slept either.
I saw it in her long before she admitted it—the tension in her body, the way her mind refused to slow down, the way she kept drifting back into her own thoughts, no matter how much she tried to stay present.
So I called for Dr. Adams.
Even that didn’t sit right with me.
But it was better than letting her stay awake and spiral deeper into everything we had just uncovered.
Now the room was quiet.
Too quiet.
And for the first time all day, I was alone with my thoughts.
I stood by the window, looking out into the dark, but not really seeing anything.
Because my mind wasn’t here.
It was on everything Helen had said.
This wasn’t physical.
That much was clear now.
This wasn’t something I
