After Cairo, Paris, and Egypt fell asleep, no one spoke for a few seconds, though it was obvious the conversation wasn't over. Not even close.
The silence inside the room felt strange and suffocating now.
I could feel it from my father alone. The way he stood stiffly near the bed, like he was holding himself back from saying something harsher. I could see it in Rome too, the way he remained composed but guarded, as if he already expected whatever was coming next.
Stephenson shifted slightly, glancing between them like he was waiting to see who would speak first.
Sylvester, on the other hand, remained near the door quietly observing everything.
Even Bern, who had been focused entirely on Cairo earlier, slowly straightened after making sure Cairo was sleeping peacefully again. His expression turned colder too.
"…Cairo and the two kids needs some space. Let them rest.." Bern finally said, breaking the suffocating silence.
That seemed to be enough to push things forward.
