He swallows.
“I know.”
There is real sadness in his eyes, not manipulation and not anger but actual grief, and for a second that almost confuses me more than if he had shouted.
I knew this moment was coming, and I knew it in the back of my mind for months, but I did not expect it to come this fast and this final.
Before either of us were ready.
Before I had a plan.
Before I had anything.
The door suddenly slams open so hard that it crashes against the wall, and the noise makes me jolt upright on instinct.
Gianna storms inside like she owns the place, and her eyes are wild and her face is twisted with rage.
“What the f**k are you doing here,” she shrieks, pointing at me as if I am the intruder. “Why did you come to see her.”
Ezra turns toward her slowly.
“Her mother just died,” h
