Ezra's POV
My uncle Orson and I didn't speak during the airplane ride or the ride to the house, I just kept thinking about those articles and smiling to myself for finally giving in to my feelings.
Oh that kiss, I can't wait to go back and do it again. First thing is to get some answers... I think to myself as we walk into my house to find my dad in the living room.
My father is sitting on the couch with some files spread over the coffee table and he looks tired.
"Hey, sweetheart" He glances up when we walk in.
"Hello Zane, I will be upstairs if you need anything, this is between you two..." My uncle informed him and left after giving me a reassuring smile. I sat across from my father on the opposite couch.
"I'm sure uncle filled you in on the letter, the photos, and that I have many questions that he won't answer" I informed him.