This day felt like five years, and it wasn’t over yet. Sloane had asked me to join the rest for dinner at the table. I didn’t want to go at first, but she pleaded, and I came out of the room. And so, I did. 

Alexander was already seated at the table. He sat at the far end, facing me as I approached, his hand lazily swirling a glass of water, his eyes finding mine the moment I entered. 

I dropped my stare to the floor as I slid into the chair across from him, right next to Sloane. Ramona ...