At Silas's penthouse…
After churning her mind for a long time, Esme finally found an excuse. Reaching for her phone, she dialed Silas's number, her heart thumping with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
The phone rang endlessly, each unanswered chirp amplifying her unease. Just as she was about to give up, a gruff voice answered. "Hello?"
Esme opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck to her tongue. The warmth she expected, even a playful tease for calling him, was absent. Instead, a chilling indifference hung heavy on the line.
'What's wrong with him?' she thought.
Silas had been acting unusually since last night. Esme was convinced that something was not right with him. However, right now, she had her own agenda. She wanted to find out what Caleb and Adelyn had discussed that night.