Chapter 32

Ezra:

I intertwined my fingers with Lia’s as the two of us walked toward an Italian restaurant.

The manager opened the door for us, and I nodded in thanks, walking inside alongside my wife who I knew was still upset after what my father said.

The two of us stood by in the waiting room, waiting for them to set our table. The brunch being decided on short notice, I knew to give them a chance to get things done up to quality; therefore, I chose not to comment about why they weren’t ready, especially when I called at a pre-rush hour, wanting them to get so much done.

It wasn’t her fault that mom chose the path that she did, but she was blamed as if she was the one who was mistaken.

The fact that she hasn’t said something about it was something that I was thankful for, and I couldn’t help but regret the fact that I initially wanted to kill her when I first saw her.

“Italian breakfast?” Lia asked and I smiled.

“More like a late breakfast, or brunch to be more specific. The two of