ALEXANDER
The door opened before I could dial her number.
I lowered the phone instinctively, though I didn’t turn around immediately. I didn’t want her to see the hesitation in my posture. I didn’t want her to see the name glowing on my screen.
Her footsteps were quiet but unmistakable.
I turned then.
Faye stood just inside the doorway, her hand still resting lightly against the handle. Her expression was composed. Not tearful. Not furious. Not even wounded in the way I had half-expected.
She was calm.
Her gaze dropped briefly to the phone in my hand before lifting to my face.
“Were you looking for me?” she asked.
Her tone was neutral… like it was a casual conversation.
There was no accusation in it.
That unsettled me more than anger would have.
“No,” I said.
The answer came t
