The next morning, I was up in Demetrius' room, cleaning out Rosy's things. She had so much stuff I wasn't sure where to put it, so I decided on the attic. I was moving a bag of clothes up the stairs when Silas came and grabbed it from me. I was out of breath after moving five boxes up the stairs already.
"Was anything in that room, Demetrius's?" The room was just about empty. There was a bed and Demetrius' large amount of clothing left.
"No, Demetrius always lets Rosy pick out everything and take control," Silas replied sadly.
"Makes sense, considering everything is being removed."
He smiled at me, and we finished up the room. Once we were done, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 1 o'clock, and I had to read to the kids today. I said my goodbyes and hurried out of the ho
