Chapter 65. Indecisive

It has been exactly a week since Isabella left. But it felt like a torturous eternity.

It was ironic how he was living the life he’d craved for the longest time, yet a hollow feeling had accompanied him at every turn.

Alexander walked slowly down the stairs, the surroundings still silent as it was just three am. Bethany was sleeping upstairs while he found it difficult to get his brain to shut down. For the past week.

The sleep deprivation was taking a toll on him, but Bethany didn’t seem to care; heck, he doubted she had even noticed.

His footsteps filled the empty space, but Alexander couldn’t care less about waking Bethany up with the noise. He beelined straight to the kitchen, brewing a cup of coffee.

The familiar and sharp ding of the coffee maker pulled him back from his train of thought as the smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded his nostrils.

He absentmindedly reached for the milk, stopping just as his hand was shy of the container.