Chapter 199 Confession

• Alexander
• I heard Fiona’s voice when I opened the door. She was reading a nursery rhyme to the baby, speaking in a songlike cadence, her voice just above a whisper. Wishing not to interrupt, I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me, removed my shoes and jacket and crept in to the adjoining room.
• Lexi was in the crib and appeared to be asleep already. Fiona sat in the rocking chair, a large hardbound book open atop her blanket-covered lap. Her eyes flicked up to acknowledge me as I entered the nursery and her lips curled with a slight smile, but she did not lose her place or slow her pace. She continued reading the passage in a low, melodic voice until she had recited the whole thing through to the end.