Olivia

Alexander's phone rang, interrupting whatever he was about to say next. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

"I need to take this," he said, already walking toward the door.

I turned back to the drawer and continued to sort through my underwear. Alexander's voice drifted from the living room, his tone shifting from casual to commanding in an instant.

After a few minutes, he returned, looking agitated. "I have to go. There's an emergency ...