I watched as he picked up the other end of the fork and moved it across the table towards me.

He paused, seemingly waiting for me to take a bite out of the piece of meat that he had placed on top of my plate. Reluctantly, I took the fork and poked cautiously at it before tentatively lifting it to my mouth.

Although it wasn't very appetizing, I ate the portion that Ezra offered anyway. For now, I would have to endure the discomfort that came with having food in my mouth. It wasn't like I hadn't had to eat anything recently.

Once I finished the rest of my breakfast,...