Chapter 82 Washroom

• Last night, Ezekiel had been waiting for me, but I fell asleep instead. He must be angry, I thought, as I stole glances at him. His face was stern, his movements deliberate as he sipped his coffee, seated across from me at the table.
• I turned my gaze to Dad and Mom, who were busy eating breakfast, seemingly unaware of the tension.
• Carefully, I extended my foot under the table, brushing it lightly against Ezekiel’s toe. He was about to take a bite, but the sudden contact made him pause.