Alexander
I watch her silently for a few more seconds. I've said enough. More than I would normally say to anyone, more than I should. But I don't regret it, not with her. Because in her eyes there's something I recognize… something that needs no explanation: she understands. Not everything, but enough. And that's enough.
I calmly place the glass on the table and stand up.
"There's a room ready for you," I say, in a more neutral tone, ending the conversation without needing to be explicit. "I'll go with you."
She nods, without arguing, without dramatizing this time. Good.
I go first, crossing the hallway of my house with firm steps. I feel her presence behind me, quieter than when she arrived. More restrained.
The guest room door is open. The light is on. Everything in order, as
