Ellen’s POV

Sitting in the parlor with Zeke and my father, the tension in the air was suffocating. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind kept drifting back to the moments leading up to this assembly.

A few hours earlier, Mr. Finley had called, informing us that Zeke was on his way over. The news had sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

After we had informed Mr Finley yesterday to call Zeke, we had waited in anticipation of the next day when his reply was to come ...