APRIL's POV
I knew trouble was brewing the moment Silas rose to his feet in one swift, angry motion. I knew him—better than I knew myself. My fingers instinctively wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back with all the strength I could muster. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and at that moment, I realized I had a chance to stop him.
“Don’t give Chris what he wants,” I said firmly, my voice unwavering. “He’s waiting for the opportunity to hurt you, to take what’s yours. Don’t give him that chance.”
Silas wasn’t the type to confide in anyone, but with me, he was different. Whether he remembered or not, I was his confidante. On some nights, when the alcohol softened the edges of his pain, he’d rest his head on my lap, his face turned away so I wouldn’t see the tears pooling in his eye
