Not that Ezra was a troublemaker; he was obedient and intelligent, always striving to make his parents proud. He collected awards and accolades to be the son they could boast about.
But that fateful day changed everything.
They acted swiftly to shield him with their wealth, ensuring he would never be taken to a jail. The family they wronged at that time was powerless and destitute, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder how they were faring.
He recalled a girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes, alongside her father who demanded justice, while a young boy wept.
But when his own family arrived to take him away, he could still see blankness in the girl's eyes as she watched him leave. That moment haunted him still...
"Ezra," Evie called softly, continuing to reach out to him until he snapped back to reality after she tapped him.
"You zoned out," she chuckled, clearly amused.
"My apologies," Ezra replied.
