Chapter 68

After the emotional storm in the porch, Alex, feeling utterly miserable, made his way upstairs and collapsed onto his bed. Thoughts swirled in his mind, a chaotic whirlwind of broken dreams and shattered illusions. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, grappling with the harsh reality of his life.

Amidst his contemplation, a gentle knock echoed through the room. "Come in," he called out, the weariness evident in his voice. Grace entered the room, her presence somehow both comforting and unsettling. "You have a minute, son?" she inquired, her voice carrying a tone of both concern and authority. Alex sat up, looking at her with a mix of exhaustion and apprehension. "What is it, Mum?"

Grace walked up to him, taking a seat on the bed. Alex mirrored her actions, waiting for her words. "Have you been crying?" she asked, her gaze searching his face for an answer. Alex remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the evidence of his emotional turmoil. Regardless, Grace continued, "Anyway,
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