It was never an easy task to untangle the threads joined together by fate.
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(Sunday—4:40 a.m.)
-Ezekiel-
“How is my niece doing? Is she…is she eating well?”
After revealing a partial of the truth that he gathered, Ezekiel sat by the beach, listening to the madame’s questions and answering them in the most assuring way possible. In a few hours of letting their true selves see the glimpse of the dark sky, they weren’t simply a young Hendrix and a retired politician—they were the souls who cannot bask under the sun, and chose to hide by the sea until the morning comes.
“Yes. She has a big appetite, especially with sweets.” Saying that, Ezekiel couldn’t stop his smile from forming. “She always keeps something sweet in the fridge so every meal, she can have them as desserts.” Chuckl
