Sunlight was already streaming through the gap in the curtains.
She wracked her brain, desperately trying to remember...
She definitely hadn't crawled into bed herself. The last hazy memory she had was the sensation of being carried...
She dragged her hands through her messy hair. She didn't even need to think about it—Silas had obviously put her there.
But did they sleep in the same bed all night?
She honestly couldn't remember a thing.
Abandoning any attempt to look presentable, she bolted out of the bedroom and sprinted downstairs.
She found Silas right in the middle of the courtyard.
He was wearing comfortable casual clothes, his hair slightly tousled and unstyled. He sat on a tiny wooden stool, his back ramrod straight, his long legs crossed, and his hands resting perfectly on his knees.
Stella sat directly across from him on a matching stool, mimicking his rigid posture, completely motionless.
The little black puppy sat perfectly between them, whining softly as it looked back and forth, its tail wagging furiously.
"Stella," Alaina called out softly. "What are you two doing?"
Stella didn't answer. She didn't even blink in Alaina's direction.
The two of them looked like statues carved from stone.
Evelyn walked by and whispered, "Stella begged Silas to play statues. Whoever moves first loses."
Alaina frowned in disbelief. She crossed her arms, walked over, and waved a hand directly in front of Stella's face. Then, she did the same to Silas.
She turned to Evelyn. "How long have they been like this?"
"Has to be over ten minutes now," Evelyn laughed.
Alaina put her hands on her hips and let out a breathless laugh. The great, untouchable Silas Summers was actually locked in a fierce, dead-serious battle of wills with a child.
A second later, Stella couldn't take it anymore. "Silas, I give up!"
She let out a dramatic, exhausted sigh. "That was the hardest game of statues I've ever played."
With that, she hopped off the stool and ran over to Evelyn.
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