Dinner was quiet for once.
Erica sat at the edge of the inn's dining area, picking at her food, half-listening to the background chatter. The others were around—Sydney chatting animatedly, Sid mostly nodding along, Lee nursing his bruised ego.
For once, everything felt… still.
Then—
Sydney's voice cut through the air.
Loud. Sharp.
Erica didn't react at first, expecting the usual bickering. But then Sid's voice rose in response.
And that was different.
Erica stilled, fork midair.
Lee, across from her, caught the shift. "What's the big deal? They fight all the time."
Erica said nothing, watching as Sid shoved back his chair and stormed out, shoulders tense, hands clenched into fists.
Lee frowned, eyes flicking between the twins. "Okay, what am I missing?"
Erica took a slow bite. Chewed. Swallowed.
Then, finally, she met his gaze, tilting her head just slightly.
"Who knows?" she murmured.
But she did know.
When Sid yelled back, it was always about one specific thing.
And that meant this was about to get ugly.