Zeke's POV

That sly bitch had something cooking all along.

I kept the little item I had retrieved from Ellen's room earlier on the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water running down my body did little to ease the tension in my muscles, but it was a start.

Refreshed, I changed into a light shirt and comfortable pants, then stepped out of my closet. I walked over to the bed and picked up the pocket photograph of my kids.

This photo had gone missing from ...