"Are you thinking about Madam Harriet Goldlane?"
A pair of vacant deep and black eyes, like black holes that could absorb all the light in the world, emerged from under the blanket, peering at him with a soft glint. Her eyes looked a little tired and puffy from crying.
Ezekiel raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised to hear Ezra suddenly ask him, and accurately guessed the turmoil in his heart.
"How do you know?" asked Ezekiel.
Ezra didn't answer right away. The woman slowly sat up on the bed, though still wrapped her body with a thick blanket, showing only a pair of dark eyes staring deeply at Ezekiel.
"You always make that face whenever you think of Her Grace."
Ezekiel flinched. Is his expression that easy to read?
From under the blanket that wrapped Ezra's body, a white hand that
