Ivy’s pov

The table was lined up with different delicacies for breakfast but my appetite was as good as dead.

Ezra sat to my left, his mother across from me, and his sister Lisa beside her.

Ezra’s mother smiled warmly, folding her hands together. “It’s such a blessing to finally have you here, Ivy.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you.”

She had told me her name was Felicia.

“You must know,” Felicia continued, “your parents would have been proud. They prayed for this day to come, ...