“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked, and it was the wrong question, and I knew it the moment it left my mouth.

Rosalie looked at me for a long moment, and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Alexander.

I tried to tell you dozens of times.”

I shook my head, genuinely confused, because I truly had no memory of her reaching me.

“What do you mean, you tried?”

She took a slow, painful breath and began to list them.

“I called your office line, over and over.