-- Alexander --

Anxiety grew by the second. Oxygen was far, patience was scarce and what was worse?

The fact that I couldn't concentrate on anything else!

My phone sat on my desk, face-up, the screen dark. Grizelda hadn't called, hadn't reached out.

This was bad. She was wasting my time.

I couldn't be more wrong than what I was thinking; she had lied to me. Made me think she was believing my every word, made me think she truly was going to confront her sister on the matter but turns out she hadn't planned to at all, had she?

I drummed my fingers restlessly on the desk.

I had...