After dropping Winter off, Sylvester drove to Wilson's house. A call from Beatrice the day before had prompted his visit, and though it wasn't unusual to hear from her, an unshakable feeling settled in his chest every time he came.
His gaze lingered on Richard, his most trusted man, who now lay in a stagnant state, a mere shadow of the strong figure he once was. The accident had spared only Sylvester, leaving Richard trapped in this cruel fate.
That night, during the attack, Richard had risked his life to save Sylvester's son and daughter-in-law. Yet, despite his bravery, he had failed to protect them.
Still, his sacrifice was etched into Sylvester's heart in a way that made him feel forever indebted to Richard's family.
With a quiet exhale, Sylvester shut the car door behind him and made his way to the backyard. There, inside the pavilion, Beatrice awaited, serving him a glass of fresh juice.
Silence thickened between them until Sylvester finally decided to break it.
