Zeke: Are you okay? I bit my lip; his simple question shook my control. I took a deep breath to stop the tears from falling. I didn’t want to deal with it, not yet. So again, I was honest but vague. Alexis: I’m alive. Zeke: Some days alive is the best you get. But, there’s always tomorrow. I smiled at that. Underneath the rough and scary, Zeke had a soft spot somewhere. Zeke: Night. Alexis: Night.
