"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 gently cleaned the blood Silas's

remained still until

injection if it's deep," Theresa

Silas replied.

finished, Monica returned

the room, her eyes full of worry. "How do we

don't know," Silas

the letter delivered?" Theresa said, her voice

to enter, we saw

under it when

stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. “So we can say

spine. "How do we know she sent it

Theresa looked

"You

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

tilted his head, then stood up. "Only

and Theresa followed him down the hallway, past Ivy's room, and

was small, with

over a

"Sir," he said quickly.

show it. "I need

the gate?" the

it," Silas

front of the monitors and pressed some buttons. Moments later, he found

and a figure stepped out.

still dressed in the same black

placed it in front of the gate. Then she returned to the car, brought out a spray can, wrote something on the ground, before

did

The guard did.

Theresa read aloud.

fucking bitch it's a stone, not a rock. She's referring to

did the

stammered. "I... was... on

his eyes. "That call just

I have

a hand, "Get your things. I

though Theresa was stomping and muttering curses under her breath.

him to steady her.

her. "I'm sorry. I'm

anything out of fear of breaking down,

they got downstairs, they saw

holding pink

Silas called, stepping forward. "Where are you going? I'm going to sort

turned, her brows raised. "What letter

that's why

I want to spend

out there," Theresa said.

I won't!" Aria

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