Silas stepped inside carrying two large paper bags filled with fresh, hot food from a restaurant he had stopped by. The rich aroma of creamy porridge, grilled vegetables, and warm bread filled the air.
He paused in the entrance, his eyes trailing on the figure in the room.
Sylvain was still sitting on the kitchen floor exactly where he had left him hours ago — knees drawn to his chest. His phone clutched tightly in both hands, staring at the blank screen as if willing it to light up with news about Leon. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his face pale and empty.
Silas's jaw tightened for a brief second.
Without a word, he walked to the dining table and placed the bags down. The scent of warm food spread through the cold house.
He moved toward Sylvain, bent down, and grabbed his arm but not roughly."Get up."
Sylvain didn't resist. He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet like a ragdoll. Silas took the phone from his limp fingers and slipped it into his own pocket.
