Ezra's POV
It was Chloe.
My stepsister.
For a moment, I felt like I couldn't breathe as the memories came rushing back. My chest became heavy when I remembered the last time I saw her was when our mother, found out.
Chloe had started making her move, making advances that shouldn't be made. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, to push her away, to see my mom also pushing her away.
Eventually, Chloe was sent away to a rehabilitation center at a distance, to get help. There had been no communication since then from me to her. No calls. Nothing.
And now she was here, standing in the middle of my celebration with Layla.
"Chloe?" I whispered silently.
Layla leaned in and whispered to me, "Do you know her?"
Without hesitation, I replied, "That's Chloe
