Did I really have the luxury to focus on this while they were scheming, possibly plotting something far worse?
It might have been a mistake to delay responding to Amanda’s text message, but Alexander had assured me he had it handled, and Elizabeth had promised to investigate. So, what else could I do?
“Are you dwelling on unpleasant thoughts again?” Elizabeth asked, her voice breaking through my spiraling concerns.
“How can you tell?”
“The look on your face,” she replied, giving me a knowing glance. “You look like you’ve just bitten into something sour.”
I sighed. “It’s hard not to worry, even in the middle of such a great day.”
“Things are going to turn out fine,” she said with quiet confidence. “You’ve got friends on your side—people who will make sure every
