Chapter 55. Shattered Reflections

Retrieving my bathrobe, I dried myself off, taking a swig from the remaining liquor in the wine bottle. Seating myself on the edge of the pool area, Silas followed suit, joining me in the aftermath of the unexpected plunge. The air around us crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of recent revelations adding an extra layer of complexity to the scene.

The cool night air enveloped us as we reclined, gazing up at the canvas of the sky adorned with a myriad of stars. "You shouldn't have done that," I told him, my voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the tranquil night.

A smirk played on his lips as he responded, "You're telling me a lot of things not to do."

"Don't complain, it's for your own good," I retorted, the banter a momentary distraction from the weight of the day. Shifting the conversation to a more serious note, I broached the subject of Pier. "I think I am near in finding Pier," I confide