Alex Cabot sat stiffly at her desk, pretending to read a file. She barely looked up when you walked in, glowing from lunch with Casey.

“I think I really like her,” you said with a smile.

Alex’s heart sank. She’d loved you for years — watched you fall for the wrong people again and again. But now it was Casey. Sweet, smart, safe Casey.

“Yeah… she’s a good one,” Alex said, voice tight. She forced a smile.

Even if it wasn’t her.