Ezra stood in an unnerving silence. His inscrutable expression left me guessing at the turmoil within him. His clenched fists, opening and closing like vices, were a visible sign of his internal struggle. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken.
I hesitated, torn between continuing with what needed to be said and gauging the depth of his anger. The prolonged quiet was almost suffocating. My eyes remained fixed on him, noting the tension in his jaw, each second stretching like an eternity.
Summoning my courage, I tried to break the silence. "I know it's hard to believe, Ezra..." I started, but my words faltered when his glare pierced through me. He began to advance slowly, and instinctively, I took a step back. We kept a wary distance between us. His narrowed eyes bore into mi
