Shall I continue?

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 though he was looking for something.

Eventually, he broke the stare and looked down at my food instead.

"Did you live on your own?" he repeated.

"Yeah, for a couple of years now," I replied.

He looked at me questioningly and I swallowed the last bit of my food. I didn't quite understand why he wanted to ask me that.

Maybe because he already knew the answer? Was he really that interested in how long it had