C67 I told him not to do, still I was disappointed

Kathrine was holding Ezekiel firmly as her face remained stoned, but there was a shinning of calculation visible in her eyes.

Her intentions were obvious. She knew how to plant, planting seeds of guilt in Ezekiel, tying him close to her.

Ezekiel’s hand lay on her shoulder, his mind churning with conflicted thoughts. His face was shadowed with tension as the toll of his choices bore down on him