Moan My Name

EZEKIEL

I watched as Vince and Vera excitedly dug into their plates, surrounded by my maids and Brooks. Their laughter filled the room and it made my house feel alive again. For a moment, I just stood there and took it all in. It felt like a dream, one I didn’t want to wake up from.

“Thank you, Vivienne,” I said softly, turning to her. She was standing beside me and a small smile was playing on her lips as she watched the kids.

“For what?” she asked when her eyes met mine.

“For convincing Vince to reach out to me. It means more than you know.”

After she heard what I said, her smile widened.

“He wanted to, Ezekiel. He just needed a little push. Vince... he’s been holding onto a lot, but I think tonight was a good step forward,” she stated.

I nodded. “It’s hard, you know? Trying to connect with him. I don’t want to push too hard, but I also don’t want to give up.”

“You’re doing your best,” Vivienne reassured me. “And that’s all that matters. Vince will come around. Just give him time.