Chapter 7

Ezekiel’s POV

The ride back was graveyard quiet, save for the steady humming from the car's engine as my driver drove us back to wherever home was for Kamille.

Confusion overwhelmed me as I stared at her and the children. Could they be hers? Is there a world where she is the mother of these children? If she is, then just how much did I drink from Ellen's bowl of enticing lies.

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became.

Kamille must have moved on. She and the kids belong to another!

I cringed in annoyance at such upsured thoughts. But what if it was true? A different kind of anger shot through my heart. Jealousy. I managed to stay quiet and continued staring until my eyes locked with the children.

They too began staring at me and their mum. Curiosity engulfed their stares. Then I heard the boy who held their backpacks at the airport, whisper to the girl. “Does this gentleman not look familiar to you? I see him stealing