Why did he leave in the middle of the night? Why was he so secretive about his meetings and his business trips? What was he really hiding?
If I told him my greatest secret, would he tell me his?
Just the thought of telling Alexander made my heart race, my chest tighten painfully. But deep down, I knew—I wanted to tell someone.
It had been unbearable, keeping this secret for so many months, carrying the weight of memories no one else shared. I wanted someone to know. I wanted to stop hiding from the world.
Maybe Alexander wasn’t the right person. Maybe I should tell my father, or my mother, or even Elizabeth. But my heart told me that it had to be him.
Even though I had no idea how he would react, I had to tell him.
The moment I made up my mind, a strange sense of
