"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.

dabbed some antiseptic on a cotton

remained still until she was

an injection if

not," Silas

returned to pack

of worry. "How do

don't know," Silas admitted. "I'm

letter delivered?" Theresa said, her

were about to enter, we

was under it when Bud tried to

hands on her hips. “So we can say

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

and Theresa looked at

"You

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

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

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

was small, with one guard sitting

seat, knocking over a

"Sir," he said quickly.

the act, he didn't show it. "I need footage from this afternoon. Someone dropped something at the

gate?" the

it," Silas said

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

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

dressed in the

took out a rock and gently placed it in front of the gate. Then

in. What did she write?"

The guard did.

stones," Theresa read

it's a stone, not a rock. She's

over Ivy, How did the

guard stammered. "I... was... on a

eyes. "That call just took your

sir, I

your reason to focus," Silas cut him off, raising a hand, "Get your things.

out. Ivy and Theresa followed, though Theresa was stomping and muttering

him to steady her. The fear was

and hugged her. "I'm

out of fear of breaking down, but

downstairs, they saw Aria

pink luggage

called, stepping forward. "Where are you going? I'm going to sort out the letter incident.

her brows raised.

thought that's why you

I want to spend some time

Theresa said. "You should stay

won't!" Aria

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