The sun was still high when they pulled back into Silas’s place, its light slanting through the tall windows and spilling across the polished floors. Despite the brightness outside, the apartment felt subdued, quiet in a way that only made Victoria’s restless pacing sharper against the silence.
She paused at the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes tracking the city below though she wasn’t really looking at it. “I hate this. Just letting her go like that.”
Silas set the keys down on the counter and leaned against it, his arms folding loosely across his chest. He said nothing at first, just watching his sister, weighing his words.
“She didn’t even take the pack,” Victoria pressed, spinning around to face him, the worry etched into her features. “I saw it in the back seat
