My words had already been kind enough, yet hesitation showed in his eyes, and he left with me unwillingly.
He even turned back at every step.
“Ezra, did you forget something?”
My nails pressed deeply into my palm, and only after feeling the pain did I ask with mixed emotions.
He paused for a moment before replying, “No, Evie, you’re thinking too much.”
Although the car was parked just ahead, the road seemed long.
Just like his heart and mine, though they seemed close, they were already far apart.
What happened two years ago felt like a different life, and we no longer spoke of the past, quietly moving ahead.
But over these two years, my heart had always been uneasy; he was the one who shattered the glass, yet I had to step on it every day.
It started to rain, and he quickly raised an umbrella, covering our daughter and me while the rain soaked his other shoulder.
This scene made me think of the past I had shared with him.
Ezra had a painful childhood, being the Howard family’s illegitimate son who could not be acknowledged.
The Howard family refused to recognize him, and his mother ignored him; the children nearby would shout insults when they saw him. “A bastard nobody wants!”