122 : The Truth About His Father

VERENA

Ezra shrugs, his small shoulders slumping slightly. He casts his gaze down at the colorful pattern of the bedspread, his playful demeanor replaced by a sudden shyness. "I know he's my daddy," he whispers, the words so quiet I almost miss them.

My heart stutters in my chest, a cold wave washing over me. He knows?

The scene from lunch, the way he sat with Elijah. It all makes sense. The realization dawns on me. Was this why? How could I have been so blind?

A tense silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotions. My mind races, searching for the right words, the right way to handle this unexpected revelation.

I planned to tell him when Elijah would be here again. But it seems that he already knows.

“How…did you know, sweetie?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. My throat tightens, a lump forming that makes swallowing difficult.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrors the ache in my heart. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, kicking his little legs back and