Dinner ended at the usual time.
Bridget talked about a charity luncheon. Silas mentioned the partnership in broad, satisfied strokes and said the first joint working session would be scheduled soon. Alex answered when spoken to and kept his eyes on his plate. Troy sat across from him and said almost nothing. Every time Alex glanced up, Troy was already watching him.
When the meal finished, Troy stood first.
“Alex. Upstairs.”
Bridget looked between them but didn’t ask. Silas was already checking his phone. Alex pushed his chair back and followed.
The hallway felt longer than usual. Inside his room Alex left the door unlocked, exactly as ordered, and stood near the desk because sitting felt like surrender. The house settled into its evening quiet. Footsteps came up the stairs a few minu
