“Alright. But I don’t want anyone to touch the trailer. It still has all my mother’s things in it.” I said.
“Alright. It won’t be touched. I’ll deem it restricted.” Ezra said.
“Thank you.” I said.
Ezra said that it was going to be a while before the cabin was ready and he asked me to stay for dinner.
I didn’t want to be stared at by everyone that’s in the packhouse eating dinner and I didn’t want to hear the whispers. So Ezra said that it was fine, I didn’t have to. He’d make sure that we weren’t near anyone else.
So at dinner time, instead of taking me to the dining room he took me to a small courtyard outside the packhouse where he had a table set up with candles and fairy lights strung around.
“Wow.” I said.
“I thought you might like it.” Ezra smirked.
“I really do. But
