It’s silent as Ezra and I make our way through the streets. There are still people milling about, but not many. I’m holding his hand, feeling safer with him near me. We’re on the opposite side of town, and it will be a few more miles before we reach Karl’s block.

We’re walking in an uncomfortable silence. I feel awkward after that kiss. I would feel more embarrassed if not for the way he keeps glancing at me as we walk. I know he feels something for me, despite how ...