Chapter 40. The Question

The impending reality I had evaded for weeks now loomed before me—I had to book a flight back to the hustle and bustle of New York City. The cursor blinked insistently on my laptop screen, poised above the purchase button. A sense of hesitation and uncertainty held me captive, as if my finger lingered in suspended animation, unwilling to commit to the irreversible click.

Silas remained unaware of my imminent departure; our strained silence had persisted since that revealing night when he shared the painful chapter of his past with Reign. The aftermath felt like a cold war, a silent battlefield where words were weapons left unsheathed. I yearned for a resolution, for some semblance of normalcy to return to our fractured relationship, but each attempt to bridge the gap had met with stubborn resistance.

Lost in contemplation, the stillness was shattered by the insistent ring of my phone. Morgan's name flashed across the screen, and I hesitated before answering, as if t