FAYE
The shift in the conversation crept up on me slowly, like a change in the air before a storm.
Alexander was taking the conversation somewhere heavier than where we had started.
And I wasn’t ready for that.
I straightened slightly in my seat, cutting in before the moment could stretch any further.
“Come on, you’re being dramatic now.”
The words came out lighter than the tension I felt building in my chest. The entire direction of the conversation was unnecessary.
“Of course I’m sure.”
I held his gaze, steady and certain—even if part of me knew he could read me, no matter how hard I tried to shut him out of my mind.
“We’ll talk more about it later,” I added quickly, before he could dig deeper. “But right now we have something more urgent to focus on.”
Tomorrow.
“Irene is comi
