After all, Elara was already dead—and there was no proof she'd killed anyone.
Silas would fall into her hands eventually—no need to rush.
The night of the funeral, Silas carried all of Elara's belongings back to the villa.
When Elara regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was his face—ghostly pale, eyes bloodshot and raw.
She tried to reach out, but her fingers passed straight through his shoulder.
So she was a ghost now—untouchable, unseen.
She wanted to rush to the hospital to check on Elias, but after floating just a few meters away, an unseen force snatched her back, tethering her to Silas's side.
She watched as he sat in the study, spreading her belongings across the desk one by one before picking up her diary.
His fingers trembled as they brushed the worn cover, hi
