"I don't know what you are talking ab — "
"And make her sad, — "
"Please stop it— "
"You were never there for her! Not when she cried last night —"
"Please—"
"And not when her father — "
"Shut your damned mouth, Ezra!"
Both of us fall silent when Seneca interrupts us. I turn around only to find her standing in front of an open door that I didn't notice was there before. She's wearing an enormous robe that engulfs her, and a towel is slung over her shoulder. Tiny little rivulets of water trickle down her face, rolling down her neck and into the slightly deep neckline of her robe —
Don't think about that Micajah!
Her hair is wet as well, the color of it a dark maroon-ish brown due to its soaked state.
Was she in the bathroom the whole time?
"Get out! Both of you!" She orders, her
