Kiya POV
I finished dinner at Ken’s apartment in silence.
He barely touched his food. His eyes were hollow, distant—angry in a quiet, broken way. It had been two days since we left Logan’s property. Two days since everything shattered. And in these two days, no one contacted us. No calls. No threats. Nothing.
The silence was heavier than any storm.
“Ken…” I said softly while slipping into my jacket. “Please take care of yourself. I’ll be back in the morning, okay?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just gave a slight nod without meeting my eyes.
That hurt more than any shout ever could.
I stepped out of his apartment and started walking toward mine. It was nearby—just a few blocks away.
As I walked, my thoughts clawed at me.
Should I be happy that I saved my brother… or should I hate m
