*Alex*

I pulled away from Chloe, and we both shared a look of mutual frustration.

“She probably shouldn’t know what, um…” Chloe didn’t have to finish her sentence. I knew what she meant.

“You go downstairs first, and I’ll pretend I was up here using the bathroom.”

“What are you going to tell Sylvia, about why you’re here in the middle of the night…when she’s not home?” Chloe’s eyes were filled with worry.

“I’ll ...