Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “What?”
“Before our flight back to Texas after the holidays. I saw him throw away a baggie,” I admitted. “He tried to brush it off, said it wasn’t what it looked like, but I knew better. I gave him my card and told him he could call me if he needed help. He swore he had it under control.”
Britt balked slightly. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“I promised him I wouldn’t.”
“But he’smybrother.”
“I understand, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.”
“I could have gotten him help.”
I shook my head. “He would have lied to you just like he had lied to me. He didn’t think he had a problem.”
“I guess.” She took a deep breath. “I need to call my parents.”
Britt called her mom, putting it on speaker again.
Her mom answered the call in a hushed tone. “Britt. Honey. Is everything okay?”
“No … Um … Since you were sleeping, I guess you didn’t hear the news.”
“What news?”
“Silas OD’d after his show tonight. He’s in the hospital.” Her voice cracked, and she had to take a steadying breath.
“Oh my god, what?” Melissa shrieked.
“He’s stable now. Elliott and the guys are with him.”
“We need to go to LA.”
“There’s nothing y’all can do,” I stated. “He needs to detox.”
“But he’s my baby,” Melissa cried.
“I understand, but he’s also on the other side of the country.”
“Then we catch the next flight out.” Britt stood.
I blinked. “Okay …”
She had just told Elliott she was going to give Silas space and let them deal with her brother.
“Mom, you and Dad pack a bag. I’ll book our flights.”
They hung up, and I followed my girlfriend to our bedroom. She got both of our suitcases out of the closet.
“Here. Start packing while I find a flight.”
“I’m going too?” I asked, taking the luggage from her.
“Of course you are. Out of all of us, you’re probably the one who can help him the most.”
What he needed was rehab.
“I thought you were going to give him space? I told you he needs time to recover.”