I look from Mom to Ezra and back—as my pulse races and my body goes bloodless and cold. I can feel my hand tremble as I hold a finger up. I point to Ezra and then put a finger over my mouth. There’s no logic in it. I just need to disentangle from him so he doesn’t wake up to this.
No that actually makes complete sense because he cannot wake up to this.... He will do something drastic
