Ethan
Then the atmosphere turned serious again, and I crossed my arms.
"There's something I still don't understand."
Alexander nodded, as if he knew exactly what the question was.
"Why didn't you tell me about the evidence you had?"
His smile slowly faded, and he sighed.
"Because I assumed too much."
He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds.
"And assuming... always ends up ruining everything."
We were silent, and he continued.
"The day I spoke with you... I thought I'd been clear enough. I told you that Vanessa wasn't well, that she was obsessive... that she was dangerous. I thought that would be enough for you to understand the seriousness of the matter."
He looked directly at me.
"But it's one thing to say that someone has problems. And quite another to say... '...that per
