Ezekiel's pov,
I had just arrived earlier than expected.
The silence greeted me first, no footsteps, no soft music drifting from the living room and no Lauren, not even my brother. The maids were around by the way and I acknowledged them with a nod before heading upstairs with my heavy mind.
I finally settled in my room, loosened my cufflinks, before sitting at the edge of the bed. The trip had drained me more than I had anticipated. From the meeting, the conversation–I had gone through them with only one thought lingering stubbornly in my head.
Lauren.
I had just leaned back when the doorbell rang and I stood up immediately, for a brief, foolish second, I thought it was her–Lauren, that she had come home early and I was about to see her before everything else complicated itself ag
