ALEXANDER

I replayed the conversation I had with Annie in my head over and over again. I couldn't bring myself to believe her, yet I couldn't bring myself to not believe her. She looked really sincere.

I was early, too early, I had come directly from the hospital because I needed to cry on Rubby's unresponsive shoulders.

For what reason would my mother be that desperate for the seat? Was it just because she wanted me to inherit it? Or was she playing other games?

"Annie swear on your ...