On Declan Norwood's end of the line, all hell broke loose after Silas Norwood's last sentence.
Amidst Justin Norwood's fury and Declan Norwood's ghostly silence, Silas Norwood hung up, silenced the phone, and put it back on the charger.
Celia Sterling didn't wake up until nine in the morning.
She looked at the bed. Aside from the spot where she had slept, the sheets were perfectly smooth. Clearly, Silas Norwood hadn't shared the bed with her during the night. Glancing around the room, she saw a more-than-half-full bottle of red wine still sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window. The sofa was slightly disheveled, suggesting Silas must have rested there for a bit.
Letting out a small sigh of relief, Celia Sterling got out of bed to wash up. Just as she finished changing her clothes, Silas Norwood walked in, carrying a steaming hot breakfast.
"You're awake?" He placed the exquisite breakfast on the table and called to her in a warm voice, "Did you wash up? Come and eat."
