Two months under this roof, and the silence is louder than any conversation. The brothers move like shadows, their presence a constant weight. Dinner is a ritual of empty questions and colder answers. Ace asks about my day, but his eyes never leave the table. Alex glares like I’m an intruder. Adrian barely acknowledges me. The twins? Their smiles are puzzles I’m too tired to solve. Sometimes I wonder if they even remember why I’m here. Or if they care.