He frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes as he tried to make sense of my question.
“Nothing,” he said after a pause, his tone clipped. “I fall asleep when I am really drunk.” His expression betrayed nothing, as though he genuinely didn’t know what I was getting at.
“Are you sure?” I pressed, my voice edged with suspicion. I couldn’t shake the feeling that April had been insinuating something. Her sly, venomous look, the way her words lingered—it wasn’t meaningless. Silas’ words felt too simple, too neat. There had to be more.
“What’s supposed to happen?” he asked, his voice tight, his patience visibly fraying.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my tone sharp. “But if anyone should know, it’s you. And I’m certain April was implying something.”
He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident as h
