(Scene after Sylvia left with the kids)
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After Sylvia left with the kids, Rome didn't move for a long moment.
The last thing he saw was her back—small, tense, trembling as she clutched the pale child in her arms while the twins hurried after her.
Calyx was the first to break the silence.
"Bro… you okay?"
Rome didn't answer because he wasn't.
Because something inside him had cracked so quietly he almost didn't feel it—almost.
He inhaled deeply, as if the air itself had become too thick to swallow. His mind replayed everything on a loop.
Sylvia shielding the child, the panic in her eyes when he tried to look closer.
Who is he, Sylvia? Who is the child you're hiding from me?
The question weighed heavily in his chest.
He wasn't angry. He expected to be—but he wasn't.
He was something worse...
Confused. Restless. Suspicious. And quietly… devastated.
He lifted a hand, rubbing his forehead as the pressure behind his eyes grew.
