APRIL's POV
The night air was sharp and cold, cutting against my skin as I helped Silas toward his car. His steps were unsteady, his body heavier than usual, but he didn’t fight me. That was how I knew just how deep he had fallen this time—Silas never accepted help unless he had already lost the will to resist.
I tightened my grip on his arm, ignoring the dull ache in my own body. My ankle still hadn’t fully healed, but I pushed through the discomfort. Compared to the way my chest burned watching him like that, the physical pain was nothing.
After some struggle, I managed to get him into the passenger seat. He let his head fall back against the headrest, eyes closed, breathing slow but uneven. For a second, I just watched him. The streetlights cast long shadows across his face, highligh
