"Did he hurt you?"
I barely separated her. Enough to see her.
She denies. But her eyes say otherwise.
"He... he took me..."
Her voice breaks again, my hand goes up to her face. I hold it carefully.
"It's okay... calm down."
But inside... I'm not calm at all.
My gaze returns to Alexander.
"Thank you."
I say it. Because it's the right thing to do, because if he hadn't been here... I don't want to end that thought.
He nods.
"It was nothing."
But his expression... it is not light. What's more... firmer, more loaded.
"If it weren't for me—"
He stops. But he doesn't need to finish the sentence.
I understand it, I feel it. And I don't like it.
I'm not saying anything, not now. Not in front of Clara. Because she... She is still trembling.
"The police are on their way," he says.
