Chapter Forty One
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I was losing the battle of giving Ezra some space.
I wanted to, I really did, but the whole Luca situation wasn't sitting right with me. My mind came up with scenarios every ten minutes and the fact that she was more than thirty minutes away left me feeling exposed.
Thanksgiving dinner had been awkward, I was annoyed and my family was annoying. I must have been making a scene because my dad took me to the side and asked me about the situation.
When I explained what had happened, he advised me to give her some space, which is what I was trying to do.
Now it was Friday and I was debating whether or not I should just drive to the studio and check up on her.
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