ALEXANDER

I didn't know what to do with myself.

I paced in Richard’s living room, my hands folded behind my back. This was the first time I was going to see her in days, and I didn't know how to act. Will I apologize first before I ask her how she's doing? Or should I ask first?

“You’ll wear a hole in my carpet,” Richard, seated with his legs crossed, grumbled.

I shot him a look. “Fuck off.”

I kept pacing, sweating, and then the door to the room where they were opened. I stopped, turning towards the hallway, my heartbeat picking up when she stepped out.

Her hair was...