FAYE
I kept my arms folded as I stared at Alexander from across the office.
He stood behind his desk now, one hand resting lightly against the edge, the letter sitting safely beside him.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“What are you saying?”
I waited.
He looked down at the envelope for another moment before his gaze returned to me.
“You could have died.”
The words landed hard.
They weren’t shocking.
I knew that. We all knew that.
But hearing it spoken out loud still felt strange.
Alexander continued before I could respond.
“If things had gone differently…”
His eyes briefly flicked toward the letter.
“This would have been the last thing your family ever received from you.”
The amusement I’d been feeling disappeared immediately.
I looked at the letter too.
