When dinner was finally over, the group started to make their way upstairs. Hezron lingered behind, his steps slow and hesitant. As the others ascended, he paused by the window, his gaze fixed on the rain falling heavily outside. The rhythmic sound of the downpour mirrored the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.
The house was filled with the muffled sounds of footsteps and hushed conversations, but all Hezron could focus on was the rain. It was as if the deluge outside was a reflection of his own inner chaos. His thoughts raced: how did he end up in this situation? The surprise engagement, the revelation to his family, and now, the unexpected presence of Zecher in his home. It was all too much.
He heard the faint sounds of laughter and chatting from upstairs, a stark contrast to the
