"I don't know, I have no idea," Silas said with a shrug as he settled into the couch.

ivy looked at him, but she couldn't tell if he was angry or exhausted. He was frowning, and that blood... that small stain at the edge of his lips made her uncomfortable.

What would be the first conversation?

She dropped the letter and sat beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she rested her head on his chest.

"What happened?" she asked softly, rubbing his thigh.

"Thomas," Silas replied. His voice was thick with anger, making her sit upright.

"You guys had a fight?" she asked, her heart pounding. This was the worst possible time for a brotherly feud.

"He pushed me," he snapped, then told her everything. "It was weird."

Ivy bit her lip, unsure how to react. Thomas was with strange men with tattoos, it was almost unbelievable.

"Maybe they were discussing something else," she said quietly, trying to ease the tension.

But it only made things worse. Silas clenched his jaw, his eyes blazing with

rage. "Something else? We're in the middle of a crisis, and he's keeping secrets?"

His tone startled her, and she reached up to touch his face, hoping to calm him. He nuzzled into her hands, closing his eyes.

"It might be for your own good. I'm sure he has his reasons."

Silas didn't respond, but his anger still simmered.

She traced his lips gently with her fingers, but he flinched.

"Sorry," she whispered and kissed him. Then she turned. "Monica?"

Monica appeared almost immediately.

"Please get the first aid kit," Ivy told Monica who nodded and left.

Theresa joined them in the living room. When she saw Silas's lips, her eyes widened.

"What happened to you?"

"Thomas," Silas replied flatly, his voice still tinged with annoyance.

Theresa didn't react, as if it wasn't the first time something like this had happened between them.

Ivy squeezed his hand, then picked up the letter. "What do we do about this?"

"What is that?" Theresa asked.

Ivy told her. "It's getting crazy."

Theresa folded her arms. "We can't take this, it's not fair!" Her voice cracked.

Before Ivy could respond, Monica returned with a small box.

She opened the kit, dabbed some antiseptic on a cotton swab, and

until

need an injection

Silas replied.

finished, Monica returned to pack up

full of worry. "How do we deal

know," Silas admitted. "I'm

was the letter delivered?" Theresa said, her voice

we were about to enter,

The letter was under it when Bud tried to move it,"

hips. “So we can say nobody in your house works

shiver down Ivy's spine.

and Theresa looked at her

"You

the house. We know the letter is from Rosie, but how do we

tilted his head, then stood up.

hallway, past Ivy's room, and into the

with one guard

seat, knocking over

"Sir," he said quickly.

show it. "I need

gate?" the guard

it," Silas said

front of the monitors and pressed some buttons. Moments

of the house and a figure stepped out. Ivy already knew

dressed in the

went to the booth, took out a rock and gently placed it in front of the gate. Then she returned to

did she write?"

The guard did.

read aloud. Then

it's a stone,

over Ivy, How did the guard not see

guard stammered. "I...

eyes. "That call just

I have

to focus," Silas cut him off, raising a hand, "Get your things. I don't

Theresa followed, though Theresa was stomping and muttering curses

needed him to steady her.

hugged her. "I'm sorry. I'm just

of breaking down, but she leaned

they got downstairs, they saw

holding pink luggage

you going? I'm going to sort out the letter incident. It

turned, her brows

thought that's why you

no. I want to spend some time with

Theresa said. "You should stay

I won't!" Aria

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