A deathly silence fell over the entire household. The little ones were put to sleep, to prevent them from feeling the ghostly atmosphere that enveloped the whole house.
Tristan's eyes were wide open. His green irises trembled with fear and dismay. He was panicking, terrified of the sensation he had just felt. He couldn't believe it, and he felt like he was about to cry.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. There's... There's no way they're dead. Believe them." Rita tried to comfort him, draping her arms over him. But truth be told, she was also scared, not because of the sensation she also felt, but because her foster brothers could potentially be dead for real.
However, Tristan had it worse. He was by far the closest to Hiel and Deth and being older than them by a year, he felt responsible for them. If anything ever happened to them, Rita didn't know how the green-eyed boy would handle it.
