Chapter 72 When Power Changes Hands
- ALEX
- The next morning, I sat behind my desk, fingers tapping against the glass in a rhythm that did nothing to soothe the pressure coiling in my chest. Stephen stood across from me, hands in his pockets, concern written all over his face.
- "How’s Claire?" I asked, leaning forward, my voice lower than usual, strained with the worry I hadn’t let myself show the night before.