Silas spent the rest of the day with Alex, sharing stories and casual conversation. By the time night fell and Alex drifted off to sleep, Silas finally saw a genuine smile play on his brother's lips—a sight that filled him with relief and warmth.
Before he left, Silas bent down and gently pinched Alex's cheek, whispering, "Sweet dreams, champ."
He stood up and glanced at Luna, who nodded silently, acknowledging her task to keep a vigilant watch.
The hospital entrance was quiet, the cool night air brushing against Silas's skin as he made his way to the car. He slid into the driver's seat and let out a long sigh, taking a moment to absorb the day's events.
Just as he was about to start the engine, his phone vibrated. The caller ID flashed a familiar name, and a knowing smile tugged at his lips.
"Hello, Mr. Yusmaorobis," Silas greeted smoothly.
