Ezra
"Ez," I felt Ezekiel's warm arms wrap around me as I continued to sob against my pillow. I didn't want to face him and I wouldn't even know what to say to him.
There was no way I was going to tell him the truth about why Ma left. I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye to her. I had come into my room as soon as she left to pack her bags and even when she came to say goodbye I just couldn't face her.
It was the first time in years we had lived together and even though she treated me like a teenager with all her rules, I missed her. I missed her food and the way she would make me tea even when I was sure she had given me five cuppas hours before.
Our walks together through the garden as she told me all about her adventures with Baba. It felt like I was walking through their love story and it made me feel more connected to her. That she was once a hopeless teenager in love with someone way out of her league. It felt like Ezekiel and I.
