Alexander's POV
After Lilian was taken away by her brother, I left the police station, leaving Jane behind to handle the rest.
Only when I stepped outside did I reach into my pocket—
and realized my phone wasn't there.
Frowning, I turned back to the car and got into the back seat. My gaze swept across the interior before landing on it, lying quietly on the opposite side.
I picked it up and unlocked the screen.
Just as I expected—
several missed calls from Alicia.
Hours old.
My grip on the phone tightened slightly.
At that moment, I regretted not checking it sooner.
I immediately dialed her number.
The line rang.
The car felt unusually quiet.
Leaning back in my seat, I tapped my fingers lightly against my knee as I waited. After a moment, I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Then—
a soft beep.
The call ended.
I dialed again.
Disconnected.
My lips pressed into a thin line.
