It was weekend at Ezra's house. He was sitting alone at the dining table, eating in a silence that had become all too familiar.
As he ate, his gaze landed on his phone, where he still had pictures of her. It was unusual for him, but he found himself looking at the woman who had so cruelly hung up on him the day he used an unknown number to call. He had only spoken her name before a heavy silence ensued, and then he heard the unmistakable beep of the call ending as she hung up.
With a heavy sigh, he contemplated the numerous attempts he could make to reach her, knowing full well they would all end in the same disappointment. She clearly had no desire to speak with him anymore, a realization that baffled and frustrated him.
"Are you still hoping she'd come back?" Dawn's voice sliced through his thoughts. He glanced at her, annoyance flaring as he saw her eyes glued to his phone.
