Silas looked up at her, his expression unreadable.
"You know, my mom passed away when I was really young. I barely have any memories of her. Just an old photograph to prove she even existed," Alaina murmured softly.
"So, from my perspective, I envy anyone who still gets to see their mother."
"Whether she's a good mother, an absent mother, or someone who doesn't even deserve the title."
She looked up at him. "But don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to play mediator. You have every right to treat her however you want. Honestly, the fact that you haven't thrown her out and let her stay is merciful enough."
"If things get awkward, I'll diffuse the tension. She brought you into this world, after all. Deep down, I don't think you actually want to humiliate her."
Silas stared at her with dark, bottomless eyes. His Adam's apple shifted, but he didn't say a word.
Alaina rested her chin on her hand, offering him a gentle smile. "It's been so long. You aren't that helpless little boy anymore. You're Silas Summers. You're invincible. Even if you choose to forgive her and let her back in, I think it's perfectly normal. It really doesn't matter either way."
Her words were soft, but they dropped like a heavy stone into the dead waters of his heart.
"Yeah," he hummed softly, sounding like both a promise and the shattering of invisible chains. "It really doesn't matter."
Outside, the late spring chill lingered, but inside, the room was swathed in heat and the comforting aroma of breakfast. They sat across from each other in absolute silence, yet it felt as though a thousand things had just been spoken.
"It's Sunday. Are you busy with work later?" Alaina asked.
Silas replied, "Yes and no."
Alaina frowned, confused.


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