Twenty Eight

Zeke's POV

Standing in front of the dresser mirror in my closet, I couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability beneath my carefully crafted facade of confidence and control. Despite how firm I thought I was, Kamille always had a way of stirring emotions in me that I did not think I would have towards her.

My thoughts were consumed by her avoidance of me, her silence echoing loudly in the empty room. I longed for her response, yet the lack of it only deepened my unease.

I asked myself questions as though I were in her shoe. Why would she come to see me? Why would she believe anything I say? Could she not have noticed the missing photo of her kids?

The kids that look so much like me but Kamille has refused to admit my fatherhood over them

I walked back into the room, as I searched for the photograph she had left behind. I had kept the photo on the bedstand but I could not find it there anymore Where could it have gone? Did someone take it, or was it simply misplaced? Frustration