The message burned in my hand, the words I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your choices. They’ll change everything, clawing at my insides. Every time I read them, they felt more like a threat, a warning, a promise of the storm we were about to face.
“Another one,” I murmured, handing the phone to Alexander.
He took it without a word, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. He read the message, then set the phone down on the table with a deep, almost imperceptible sigh.
“What are we doing, Alexander?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The weight of the question hung in the air between us, heavy and impossible to ignore. “We’ve been fighting for so long, and now it’s like… like everything is falling apart.”
He didn’t immediately respond, and I felt the seconds stretching on for too long. It was as if the room was holding its breath with me, suspended in the uncertainty of what was to come.
When he finally looked
