SILAS

Caleb and I stood outside Lydia’s door, each holding a bag filled with snacks and sweets.

“You look worse than the last time I saw you,” I told him.

“I didn’t ask,” he muttered, shooting me a glare.

The door opened before I could ring the bell. Lydia stood beside the woman I had hired to care for her. Her caregiver greeted us warmly while Lydia looked from me to Caleb, then at the bags in our hands.

“You brought junk food again,” she complained, folding her arms over her chest.

“Well, good day to you, too,” I said, lifting an eyebrow.

Lydia rolled her eyes, but the tough...