Axel’s POV

The house was quiet that noon, too quiet for comfort. I was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug of lukewarm coffee in my hand. Alexa walked in, her hair tied in a messy bun, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey,” she said softly, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. “How’re you feeling now?”

I rubbed my eyes and sighed. “Better, I guess. I was just overthinking. My head’s been spinning lately.”

She leaned against the counter beside me. ...