Chapter 63

• Alexander had never known the weight of silence until now.
• Danielle had returned to her penthouse with Theo, leaving nothing but cold emptiness in the mansion. Alexander sat in Theo’s room, a toy train still running in loops around the carpet, its rhythmic chug a painful reminder of the laughter that had once filled the space. He rubbed a hand over his face, his knuckles pressing against his temple as if trying to force clarity into the chaos of his thoughts.
• He had messed up. Deeply.