I sit upon the sofa in the lounge my head feeling like it is spinning. I feel sick. Ezra sits opposite me, his eyes barely leaving me as we sit in what can only be descibed as an awkward but deathly silence. I don't know what to say, and I don't think Ezra wants to speak to me... or maybe he doesn't know what to say either? He is hard to read. Alot like his brother.
Talking of his damn brother, how long does it take to come home from town? I question. I had called Hunter to inform him of his brother’s unexpected arrival. Only it appears it was not so unepxcted to him. His words were. “Oh f**k. Yeah. I meant to let you know he was trying to come home for the ceremony.”
But the moment I said his brother was wondering why he wasn’t home I think Hunter realised questions were being asked,
