Alexander
I don't interrupt her, not when she begins, not when she continues. And even less so… when she reaches that point where her voice barely changes, where it ceases to be a narrative and becomes something more personal.
I listen to her in silence, my body seemingly relaxed, but my mind racing at a speed I don't show. Vanessa speaks of Ethan as someone she knows, not superficially, not from the outside. She knows him in those details that not everyone sees… or understands. And that says a lot.
I rest my arm on the back of the sofa, turning my face slightly toward her as she speaks. I don't interrupt her, but I observe her. I analyze her from head to toe, not with desire… with interest, with intention. Because I'm trying to understand something that… doesn't add up. It doesn't f
