Chapter 44 He Will Be Late
- We sat at the dining table for breakfast, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. Mom took a spoonful of the fruit custard and hummed in delight, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
- “Umm... I’ve missed your delicious cooking, honey,” she said, directing a smile toward Ezekiel.
- He didn’t respond. His gaze, however, lingered on me.