I knew tonight had to be the night.
Using Ezra’s key again, I told Asher to sit by the entrance of Hawthorn, the same sign I’d passed when entering the town after Nani’s funeral. Those times seemed so long ago. After he replied he was an hour away, I told him that she’d meet him there, to stop texting because I had to return the phone to Ezra now, erasing the messages before placing Ezra’s phone back in the drawer, locking it and leaving the key on the counter.
That night, Ezra would be at a late-night service while I told him I had to stay home because my cramps had worsened. With a nod, he scooped his phone and keys, placing a delicate kiss on my forehead.
“Make sure Daphne stays in her room,” he ordered, sliding on his jacket.
I nodded with a bogus smile. “Of course.”
Then he heade
