Alexander

The house is quiet.

It’s not unusual for this hour. But the silence gnaws at my insides, because I know it carries an undercurrent of chaos.

I’ve locked myself away in my office for hours; since I had that conversation with Evangeline, since she looked me in the eye and made it clear that it’s either I come correct or I don’t come at all.

I’ve had to sit with my thoughts. 

I’ve had to remind myself that Evangeline, although soft and easygoing, is a no nonsense ...