The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow on Alexander's sleeping form. I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb him. Today was a new day, which meant I was one day closer to the end of the week that George had given as his ultimatum, but I was determined to face this situation head-on, even if it meant having to go to Nicola and confess everything that had happened last night and risk her anger.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I came out and found Alexander in the kitchen. He was making coffee, his movements automatic and efficient.
"I'll take you to the office," he said, his voice gentle.
I shook my head. "I'll be fine on my own," I assured him. "I just need to clear my head."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm sure."