-- Alexander --

Grizelda sat with us for breakfast. Lucy, Spencer and I. Lucy was always relentless with her death stares, but as usual, Grizelda always ignored them.

After breakfast, I followed Grizelda up the staircase, my pace slow and deliberate. She made it seem easy by maintaining an even pace, but I definitely saw the tension in her shoulders, the way she balled her hands into fists at her sides. She knew I was right behind her, and she hated it.

So, it was nice to see her take her frustration out on her bedroom door, sharply turning, her back against it, and blocking my entrance. "What do you...