I reached the end of the sidewalk and slid into the back seat of the car waiting to take me home. I leaned my head against the seat and sighed. Social media was buzzing about David again, and it was maddening.
After everything, he was still a thorn in my side. I wished he’d just disappear, but deep down, I knew that was never going to happen.
“Yes,” I said after a pause. “That’s something we need to address. I agree, though I’m not sure what the best approach is. I was hoping you might have an idea.”
“Does that mean I have your permission to handle the situation on my own?” Alexander asked.
His words gave me pause. There was a subtle edge to his tone, a quiet implication that he already had a plan in mind—one he didn’t seem inclined to explain. Honestly, the thought of
