Wrath didn't answer George, instead curling up into a tighter ball in the corner of her bedroom. Ever since Alejandro had left again, she had been lying there, not moving, not eating. Nothing. For over a week. She didn't have the strength left to call out even if she wanted to.
She didn't want to.
Patrick was quite glad to have his big, strong brother in front of him, as they surveyed the apartment to see what exactly was going on here. When no one was located in the living room or kitchen, the moved past the bathroom and into Wrath's room. That was when Patrick spied her, looking like the saddest pile ever. "George!" he said, pointing at the corner in horror.