"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,

still until

might need an injection if it's deep,"

Silas

Ivy finished, Monica returned to pack up

paced the room, her eyes full of

know," Silas

the letter delivered?" Theresa said, her voice

to enter, we

letter was under it when Bud tried

hands on her hips. “So we can say nobody

statement sent a shiver down Ivy's spine. "How do we know she sent

looked

"You

in front of the house. We know the letter is from Rosie, but how do we know she did it herself?"

tilted his head, then stood up. "Only one way to find

followed him down the hallway, past

with one guard

knocking over

"Sir," he said quickly.

didn't show it. "I need

gate?" the guard

Silas said

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

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

dressed in the same

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

What did she write?" Silas

The guard did.

read aloud.

bitch it's a stone,

washed over Ivy, How did the guard not see Rosie doing

guard stammered. "I...

eyes. "That call just took your

sir, I

off, raising a hand, "Get your things. I

Theresa followed, though Theresa was stomping and muttering

steady her.

her. "I'm

didn't say anything out of fear of breaking down, but she leaned more into

they got downstairs, they saw Aria in

pink luggage

you going? I'm going

turned, her brows raised.

that's why

spend

Theresa

Aria

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