Chapter 58 The Ghost Of A Smile

• The late-night silence of the Foundation’s makeshift HQ was broken only by the hum of servers and the soft scratch of Alexander’s pen in his journal. Evelyn was across the room, seemingly absorbed in a complex genomic dataset related to the Thorne case, but her focus was a lie.
• The moment from earlier—Alexander’s cold, efficient solution involving loan sharks and vintage cars—had unnerved her. It had been a flash of the old Alexander, the predator, and for a split second, she hadn’t felt revulsion, but a treacherous flicker of… recognition. An echo of the very quality that had first drawn her to him.
• It was a dangerous admission, one she had buried deep beneath five years of righteous anger. But the unpacking, it seemed, was a two-way street.