CHAPTER FORTY THREE

Alexander was back home. It has been three days since he was discharged from the hospital, and I couldn’t help but still beat myself up for not giving him the proper attention.

What if I hadn’t noticed his fever on time or hadn’t gone to check up on him? Would he have been far worse? Just the thought of it had tears pooling in my eyes.

He was getting better now; I knew that, but for some reason, my heart just can’t seem to process it yet, and a part of me is frightened.

He was fast asleep in his room, and his fever had decreased significantly, but I still wanted him to rest more and not stress himself. Which meant school was on hold, at least for this week.

My gaze flicked across to the living room upon hearing footsteps approaching. I dabbed at the corners of my eyes, determined not to let whoever it was see me so exposed. I was surprised to see someone I hadn't anticipated seeing, at least not by now.

Giovanni left his boots aside and stood near the door. He was staring at me, his f