~Elias~

I’m too ashamed of myself to say anything. I don’t even know what to say, but I also can’t remain quiet.

"You really do know me," I murmur, my voice dropping into a quiet, honest voice. I lay my pen down on the table, the work suddenly feeling entirely unimportant. "You know everything about me, Alice."

She doesn't look up, but her fingers tighten slightly around the edge of her notebook. "It was my job to know you, sir."

"And what about me?" I ask, the words slipping out ...