Billie.
I carried out the dinner containing seared steaks, garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus glistening with butter and set them down one after another. Law had texted earlier on the new phone: Late at the office. Don’t wait.
So it was just Leon and Silas tonight, the two of them seated under the string lights like kings at a silent court.
I poured the red wine in crystal glasses and stepped back to the edge of the terrace, tray in hand, ready to disappear.
Silas cut into his steak first. “I’ve been thinking about Molly,” he said.
Leon’s fork paused mid-air. A faint curve touched his mouth, not quite a smile but close. “She’s greedy for it. She wants attention and care. ”
Silas chuckled once. “She’s patient, though. I know we’ll give it when we’re ready. And when we do… we’ll tak
