Vanessa
I don't know how many times I changed my mind these past two days; I lost count.
One moment I was convinced Alexander could help me, the next I was sure it was a trap, a damn trap.
I would sit on the sofa staring at my phone, looking at his name… Thinking, analyzing every word he'd said, every gesture, every glance. And I always ended up in the same place.
I didn't know what to think, because part of me remembered the Alexander I knew… The man who listened to me, the man who understood so much without me having to explain, the man I could talk to for hours, but the other part… The other part reminded me that Alexander never did anything without a reason.
Never.
There was always something behind it… He was always calculating, always observing, always thinking several moves ah
