Ezekiel's Pov,
After the little fiesta between Lauren and my brother, I stepped out of the house without a word.
And I hated it.
Not the argument, I guess I had seen worse and survived worse– but the way Lauren looked afterwards, it felt like guilt had hands and they were all wrapped tight around her throat, dragging her down inch by inch. But she didn't bother to cry instead she folded inwards And for some reason, that bothered me more than anything else.
I knew I had to do something.
Because whether I liked it or not, this mess? It was partly my fault.
But let us both back up for a bit.
My trip to Greece was never my idea, I had a scheduled meeting with a business partner— a sharp calculative man named Ezra, this one was different and still he was a good friend but something I ha
