ALEXANDER
“Give us a moment.”
I told Helen.
For a second, she held my gaze, like she was measuring whether this was something I could actually handle without her stepping in again. Then she gave a small nod, said nothing, and turned.
The door closed behind her.
And just like that—
It was just the two of us.
Faye didn’t wait.
“I’m not doing this, Alexander,” she said, her voice sharp, controlled in a way that told me she was holding something back. “I’m not just going to sit here and let everyone decide what happens to me.”
No one was deciding anything, but she was already thinking steps ahead in the wrong direction.
I just watched her.
The way her shoulders were set. The way her hands curled slightly at her sides. The way her breathing wasn’t steady, no matter how much she tried
