SWINDON, MARCH 15th, 1872
My eyelids feel heavy after a sleepless night. I just couldn’t close my eyes, not even for a second. My mind kept going over everything Ezra said to me, trying to figure him out. After finding out more about him, I couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened if Felicity wasn’t there with us. Would he let himself loose? Or would he still be keeping a safe distance?
Sighing, I throw the sheets off me. After finally exchanging more than three words with him, I find myself frustrated. Why? Because instead of getting some answers, I am now only left with more questions. And still no answers! But this ends today. I will go to the sheep fence and do whatever it takes to make him talk. Especially about the wolf. He knows something about it, and I am n
