That was it.
That was the final nail in the coffin.
"Fix things with Ezra," she murmured, then quickly left the room.
I was so stupid to expect her to take my side.
Compared to the power and money she craved, I meant nothing to her. I should have known that long ago. Should have known it when she walked out of our house and abandoned me ten years ago.
The door opened again. Ezra walked in.
"Didn't go well with your mom?" he asked.
I quickly wiped my eyes. "And with your father?"
"He can't control me," he scoffed.
He came to my bedside, grabbed my chin forcefully, and turned me toward him. I struggled slightly, and he only tightened his grip. I couldn't hide my red eyes.
"Hey." His voice was low and husky and… surprisingly gentle. "You still have me. I'm going to find that person
