As soon as they were far enough from any ears,
Ezra looked at Ricardo, who still wasn't looking at him. Ricardo rubbed his forearm, his eyes red and sore from crying.
His hair and clothes were rumpled. He looked like a man whose world had collapsed, and to Ezra, that was true.
Because Ricardo's wife had just died, and his daughters were taken, with no certainty that he would ever see them again.
'And here I am, wallowing in self-pity over what happened between me and that bastard, Kaelis,' Ezra thought, sudden guilt piercing through his earlier frustration as he let out a quiet breath.
Ricardo was going through the worst pain imaginable.
"What did you want to speak to me about, Ricardo?" Ezra asked. He knew it was probably about his family, but he still asked just in case.
