48] Ezekiels Advice.

Sedar sat across from Ezekiel, feeling a sense of déjà vu. He let his eyes take in his surroundings, taking their time to get a good glimpse around the room, a niggling ache started to surface on the side of his head and he started to massage his temples. He noticed the more time he spent in the country, the more frequent his migraines were.

His gaze fell on Ezekiel, who sat in his armchair, his revolver resting on his leg, pointed directly at him and his finger snugly on the trigger.

"You said you wanted to talk, so talk." His voice was tight as he attempted to calm the animal within.

Sedar rested his foot on his other knee as he spoke. "Well, it seems you already know my reason for wanting to meet up and talk."

Ezekiel scoffed, "To confess that you denied Mercedes of a divorce you pressured her into signing the papers for?" His voice had a sour undertone to it.

"Evet." (Yes) He said, his words drowning in guilt when he put it like that.