In the quiet solitude of my room, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The text message from a few days ago kept replaying in my mind. But beyond that, there was the deeper turmoil—my relationship with the brothers, the rift that had formed, and the unspoken tension that hung heavy in the air.
The week had passed in an excruciatingly uncomfortable silence. Ace and Alex had gone from ignoring me to avoiding each other, a rift between them that mirrored the gulf between us. The breakfast they had made seemed like a fleeting moment of normalcy amidst a sea of strained interactions. Their silence had become a palpable presence, a wall that separated us all.
Cher's visit for dinner had added a layer of awkwardness to the already tense atmosphere. The brothers had put on a faç
