Ezekiel
I stood on the shaky ladder, heart hammering against my ribs as I peered through Nyla’s window. The damn thing wobbled with every breath I took, but I didn’t care. Not tonight.
“Can you tell me what’s going on first?” she whispered, her voice tight with frustration.
“Let me in so we can talk properly,” I pleaded. “I can’t explain myself out here like this. The ladder’s shaking, and you don’t want your brother to catch me, right?”
She hesitated, arms wrapped tightly around herself, clearly battling with whether or not to slam the window shut in my face. After a long sigh, she finally pushed it open.
I climbed in as carefully as I could, dusting off my clothes once both feet were on solid ground. “Thanks,” I muttered.
Nyla folded her arms across her chest, eyes guarded. “What i
