Ella POV
Alexander quietly led me into his office building, away from the crowds on the busy streets. I was wearing my skirt and Alexander’s suit coat, since my own shirt had been destroyed. Alexander had made a few phone calls, then helped me dress and ushered me out of the hotel as quickly and calmly as possible.
It wasn’t until we stepped into the elevator in his building and the doors closed behind us that I felt the tears begin to fall.
In an instant, Alexander’s arm was around me, pulling me close. I let my head fall against his chest and cried. I made no attempt to calm myself down—in that moment, I wasn’t sure I could have even if I’d wanted to. It felt like every wall I’d built to protect myself was crumbling.
I was raw and miserable, sobbing uncontrollably as Alexan
