Ezekiel and papa are talking near the view of the buildings. They were both holding wine and talking intensely. Don Juanito left us at the table. I'm not ready to be with Ezekiel again as we haven't talked yet. But I can't even talk. .I can't face him.

I feel like things are going to change.

"I'm confident in my son's decision." I sighed at what Don said. "I know him. I'll also admit that I don't like what I heard. We haven't fully recovered from the sad tragedy..but I also don't want to block what my son wants. I hope it doesn't happen again. "

His voice was cold...