Katya
Ezra doesn’t say a word for most of the night, his thoughts consuming him.
Kora is on edge and keeps telling me something isn’t right. Her anxiety sets mine off. “Maddox is going to kill her,” Kora tells me, making me zone back into what she is rambling about. “He will if he gets out again,” she rambles.
“Who, Mom?” I ask, and she nods, pacing some more, always pacing. She hadn’t stopped since Ezra brought us back to the room.
I sit up and Ezra jumps, gripping my wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To pee?” I suggest, and he lets go before sighing.
“You’re not leaving me?” he asks, and I stare at him.
“Why would I leave you? I love you.” I lean down and kiss him.
He rolls on his side, facing me. He has been staring at the ceiling for hours. “Because of Maddox,” he answers.
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