Katya
Ezra is gone most of the day, only returning before the pack run. I can sense something is going on with him. Mateo is also acting strange, like he knows what is happening, yet he always avoids answering when I ask. Hearing Ezra’s car pull up as I am coming downstairs with Angie, I rush to open the door.
Ezra is so consumed in his thoughts, he almost runs directly into me as he reaches for the door handle. Instead, I'm sent stumbling forward as I reach for the door, and his hands grab me as he catches himself on the door trim. “Sorry, Love,” he says, his arm pulling me closer.
“You’re in a rush,” I gasp at him, yet his face gives nothing away.
He peers down at me, tugging me closer, brushing his nose against mine. “Just something came up,” he apologizes, his lips brush my cheek
