Vanessa
"You're playing alone."
The sentence falls dry, cold. And for a second… I don't understand it.
I blink, I look at him.
"What do you mean, I'm playing alone?"
My voice is higher than I'd like, Alexander doesn't flinch, he's calm, too calm, as if what he just said wasn't a bombshell.
"I'm not interested in anything about them anymore," he says with a calmness that irritates me. "I'm not interested in Clara, I'm not interested in Ethan… they can both go to hell."
I feel something inside me break.
"No… you can't do that."
He takes a step toward the table, picks up a glass, as if we were talking about something trivial.
"Why not?"
I look at him, incredulous.
"Because you and I agreed that we were going to do something to separate them."
He lets out a short, humo
