CHAPTER 47

Sophie

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My eyes were fixed on the door as though I were walking into the cage of a lion—one that would pounce and feast on me to stave his starvation. Swallowing hard, I drew a long breath and knocked on the door before opening it.

Alex's head was buried in his palms; his elbows leaned on the desk.

“Good morning.” I settled in the seat across from him, my eyes landing on a bottle of pill on the table. I squinted my eyes in an attempt to discern what was written on it, and aside from the black ink, I couldn’t make out anything, so I shoved the thought off.

Alex snatched the bottle. The pills rattled in the container as he tossed them into the drawer of his desk. “Good morning. What can I do for you?” In his voice, there was no coldness or warmth, just emptiness.

Although there was no coldness in his voice, his words chilled my nerves, and an icy sensation tightened my chest. I cleared my throat quietly . “Mrs. Moore told me to show you the design for the rooms on the f