With a small nod, Ezra got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. When he returned moments later, he handed me a plate full of food before sitting down beside me on the bed. While we ate in silence, my mind drifted back to earlier.

How did he know that I haven't eaten since yesterday? I mean, I don't remember telling him that.

"How long have you been living alone?" Ezra suddenly asked me, causing me to look up at him.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He shrugged in response, his gaze focused intently on my face. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like he was analysing my face as...