---- He looked up when he heard me. Then looked away. "| know losing your dad hit you hard." "But | came back just for yesterday. And you're still jealous of Charlotte?" Yesterday? "You're five days late and calling it 'just in time'?" Alexander threw the broom down. "You forgot what day it was, didn't you? It was our anniversary." He nodded toward the couch, where a gift box was sitting. "And you treat me like this?" "And still have the nerve to compare yourself to Charlotte-" He froze mid-sentence. | was smiling. ---- And | said calmly, "It was two days ago, Alexander." He looked awkward, then quickly changed the subject. "You said you fell? What happened?" "| spent the whole day handling Dad's funeral. Then stayed at the beach all night. Didn't eat Passed out from low blood sugar on the hospital stairs." "But hey-Charlotte's altitude sickness took priority. I don't blame you." Alexander's lips pressed together. His hands fidgeted awkwardly at his sides like he didn't know what to do with them. "You hungry? | made a reservation-French place, your favorite. Let's go out." "Im good." | shook my head. ---- "I'm exhausted." "And for the record-I hate French food." "I'm just a simple girl. | can't eat raw stuff. I'm allergic." | couldn't be bothered to play along with his temporary guilt trip.