Chapter 83

Alex’s POV

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak in the wood as the night settled deeper outside.

I had left the office hours ago but even at home I couldn’t shake the heaviness of what happened with Emily.

What I had done with her.

What I couldn’t take back.

The couch across from me was scattered with unopened files, a glass of whiskey which was already sitting half-empty on the table.

I wasn’t a big drinker, not really, but tonight the burn of alcohol felt like the only thing keeping me sane.

A knock at the door broke the silence. Three firm raps followed by one lighter one.

That was Ezra. He knocks like that.

I dragged myself up, running a hand through my hair before opening the door.

“Finally,” he muttered, stepping inside a grin plastered across his face. “You know, most people actually open the door when someone knocks, not five minutes later.”

I smirked